She put her arms around me and said, “The bad news is, you won’t be able to move on until you’ve got her out of your system. The good news is, I...am here to be your friend. I can listen, I can hold you. I can even fight with you. But… I won’t give you advice or tell you what to do, you’ll have to work that out for yourself.”Maria was a real gem. I just could not understand why her man had rejected her. CHAPTER 3: GETTING BACK TO NORMAL? I woke on Monday morning, feeling rested and having a. "Michael, you'll never guess what we talked about at bridge today," she said, "so don't even try. It was about them all meeting for coffee a couple of times each week. Sophia, Carmen and Muriel ... with their husbands. And they've invited us."She stood there grinning at me, her eyes wide as I told her, "Well, sure, why not. What days do they meet?" It varies but the real thing is what they wear."I knew these three couples, of course, and figured that maybe they had some kind of charades thing. This gave me time to check out Aunt Meg's body. She was about five foot six, no tits just big nipples, no hips, and not much of an ass. Her pussy had lips like a clam, not very hairy and she had dark curly hair on her head and brown eyes. I bet she did weigh much over one hundred pounds. Ugly? yes she was, but so was I-beggers can't be choosy. Meg looked straight at me and said "I have an idea that will help both of us out." Why don't you stay home from school today and we can spend the day. This was also part of the ritual they had built over the years. Sometime Mandy let Beth win when she thought her little sister needed an ego boost. Sometime she won when she thought her little sister needed a little humble pie. This time she intended to win but Beth beat her anyway. Her little sister was growing up.Mandy opened the back door and the two walked in. They never knocked at Aunt Ruth's house. Knocking on Aunt Ruth's door would be like knocking on their door at home. It didn't make.