I never wanted her to feel like I didn't care about her needs, because I do. I guess I just have trouble exspressing how I feel sometimes. But i do it...all for her. I do it all for us. She says I don't try hard enough to make time for her. She says that I concern myself too much with money, and the things I think we "need". But I'm just trying to provide. I heard her talking in her sleep lastnight, while I layed next to her. Restless in bed. Daily routines running through my head. She feels I'm. Seeing her while exposed likethis made me lose it. She had always been a super hot woman and she wasdressed so pretty and sexy. Her long blond hair was perfection and shegave me a little flirty smile. I somehow couldn't control my desires andslowly continued to stroke my still rock hard cock while she watched."Well go ahead you faggot, do your nasty thing while I watch you. I knowyou still lust after me don't you Mikey?" Oh Yes darling," I stammered, my dazed mind was hoping to work somedamage. Women were flashing tits and jumping up and down and looking sexy as hell and we rocked the place until close at 3 AM.The next morning I woke up still feeling good, better than I should have with that hangover thing, and I called some old friends that I had not seen in years and we met for lunch at my favorite BBQ restaurant. The rest of the week was like that. Sit in with various bands that I had been friends with and eat really good food with old friends. No thoughts of the ex, at all.On. You know the place Jim and I met up with Al, well that was Oysterville. Now a historical settlement going back to the 1800's.We made it into our slip around 06:00 and met the Marina attendant and took care of all our obligations. The car was waiting for us by the Marina office. We jumped in and headed south toward Long Beach. I had thought that I would stay in the same Motel that Jim and I had stayed in. We made it down to Long Beach by 08:00 and headed directly toward Oysterville. The tide was.