I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other...words, I wasn't willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.So he really surprised me one time when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after work Friday. We both knew something was happening between us.Soon it was lunchtime and we were helping each other with the food. I saw her thin hands and fingers and she was about 28-34-32. We cleaned up and again sat across. But this time I placed my hands on her legs and started massaging. Her skin was smooth and creamy in color. We came closer now and held hands.Her smooth hands were energy to my body and I wanted to feel her closer. I asked her if someone has kissed her or held her close. She said she. ” He thought. Out of the car he went. Sighing deeply he walked up the few stairs to his apartment. Searching for his keys inside his pocket, he felt something that wasn’t his keys. Curiosity winning over fatigue, he took it out along with his keys. He opened his door and fumbled to open his lights, wondering what the hell was inside his pocket. Light glimmered upon a miniature stethoscope. Taped to it is a note, “ THINK OF ME. – Catherine T.” Dan swallowed as he remembered the petite OB in. I saw the old man sitting on a chair next to his front door, smoking pipe. I quietly walked over and sat on his stoop. I didn't say anything for a while as I tried to figure out WHAT to say. Finally, it just blurted out. "You're not from around here, are you?" I could see his shoulders shake in quiet laughter. "Oh, my. Oh, my. That's the best I've heard it put in ages. Well done, lad. You've surprised me." He reached down into the shadows and picked up something long. He held it out. "Here..