She would complain about John's job, or about the small size of the apartment. She would yell at him for looking at some other woman or not looking at...her enough. It always turned into an argument, and then the argument turned into sex. Cassy-bella wouldn't go quietly into John's bedroom though, she preferred the couch for their makeup romp and it didn't matter if I was around or not. At first I would get up and leave the room but it didn't take long to realize I didn't have to. The couple was. Mind if I sit down for a minute? This is really nice; a sink and a stove and bunk beds and everything.Not that it's any of my business, but what're you doing 'round here? Pretty much a backwater since the mill shut down; the motion picture show closed years ago... Not a lot to do.Plannin' to settle, huh? Whereabouts?Here?Well, yeah... I know it's available, what with Johnny Hanford dying down there in South America somewhere and his family wanting to get shut of the place, but...Didn't you. Maybe I could live out my other fantasy of being a prostitute.To my surprise, Harold said he needed to leave. He said he would leave the briefcase, but didn't want me to open it until he was gone."I'll be back at nine tomorrow morning. Then we'll have some fun."As soon as the door closed, I made a beeline for the briefcase. I opened it and found several adult toys. Another first. I had never used adult toys. I'll just say I fell asleep very satisfied. And in love with a vibrator.The next. ..DIFFICULT TO FIND AND IMPOSSIBLE TO REPLACE!Men’s thoughts?Ladies, if a man says he will fix it, he will. There is no need to remind you every six months.I heard a guy complaining about how expensive his wedding is going to be. He is going to really be pissed when he finds out how much his divorces is going to cost.My sex life is like a Ferrari. I don’t have a Ferrari.NASA’s robot Curiosity landed on Mars. Curiosity’s early pictures showed no signs of ESPN, beer, or porn. This makes it very.