..” She sighed, “Yea, I guess. Sure. I’ll be here.”Laci finished dressing, ran a comb through her hair, and applied a fresh coat of lipstick.B...ron stood and as they hugged, he grabbed a handful of her right tit, “You can’t really blame the kid.”Laci rolled her eyes as she turned and walked out of what used to be their bedroom. Byron smiled as he heard the garage door open and close. Hiding her car did not fool anyone. The neighbors all know Laci well enough to know what goes on during her. These wives were jealous of her youthful beauty and were very aware of the interest their husbands took in her. Their spitefulness and envy were hidden under such remarks as, ‘What does Roger think he’s doing, marrying a girl her age? He must be mad and she’s probably a tart on the make.’ What exactly Jenny was to ‘make’ given Roger’s unremarkable salary was never defined. In short, Jenny found herself on the outer in a narrow academic world that was itself on the outer, or shall we say,. I told Christina how much I detested it, especially around sex organs, and she asked me if I shaved mine. I told her that my ex and I used to shave each other once in a while to spice things up, and I asked if she had ever done it. She said no, but that she always wanted to try.Well, before I knew it, we’d dared one another into shaving each other and found ourselves filling the bathtub and stripping down. I took the razor and said, “I’ll do you first.” I examined her glistening thatch of. I can’t say one way or the other. I’ve owned this place for 30 years and I’ve never seen them.”“In any case, I want to get away from here right now,” Julia was shaking her head slowly, trying to make sense of it all. We got the directions and headed to the store. In the car, we discussed the situation.“We could look for another place to stay if you want,” I said.“Rationally, I have to conclude that it didn’t happen,” she said slowly, “I don’t believe in ghosts, so I have to accept your dream.