” She paused, “I like you.”“I like you too.” She smiled brightly at my response.“Now, can you still show me how to play?” I smiled, show...ng a bit of my teeth.“Sure.” I moved closer to her, and she tilted her head up a bit to meet my gaze. “You just hold the stick at the base with your right hand,” I breathed out a bit, she had a twinkle in her eyes, we never broke our eye contact. Then slowly, and more softer than before, I continued, “then with your left, you hold it like you would a pencil,”. I opened my nightstand looking for the bottle of lube we use occasionally but it wasn’t there. Maybe we left it on my wife’s side so I opened her nightstand only to find a journal. I had no idea Marge was keeping a diary and I was more than a little intrigued. I decided to put off masturbating and peek at what my wife had to say. I flipped through only to see that she tracked her periods and other activities pertinent to everyday life. Then I came to a page titled Romance written in large. Positioning herself as comfortably as possible, she called to her husband, ‘Come and get it!’ John and Polly both looked in surprise, but he recovered first. After giving Polly a lusty kiss, he made himself useful to his wife. He thought to himself, ‘Gee, she sure wasn’t kidding when saying how horny she was. I have never slipped in so easily since I grew. Is that her speaking sexy talk now?’ Linda had gotten very hot to trot, and now was humping back at John to build up the activity. She was. Unthinkable!Here's the next chapter of this little saga. After I graduated I moved back home to Mom and started sending out those resumes. I had been doing that for the last part of my senior year and hadn't had any luck. I was having no luck now. I had a degree in accounting but with the economy in bad shape people already knew their accounting books were bad. They didn't need any help from a rookie telling them they were up the proverbial creek.Anyway, I had time on my hands and I was cooking.