Retired? Don’t you just love that word. I was included in that number, by the by, which officially (and clearly) made me an ‘old fart’ — despi...e my holding onto the absurd notion that I was still somehow just twenty one. I have to say now, looking back on that none too subtle matriculation that the whole ‘getting old’ thing was beginning to make me vaguely uncomfortable. Too old to be retrained on a new type, but still too young to retire, at least that’s what they told me. Disposable is a. How are things with you and Greg?” “Better than ever. We've been spending a lot of time together and our sex life has gotten amazing”. Ava and I had quickly become close friends. We had met when I started dating Greg a few months earlier. Our conversations always seemed to drift towards sex. “Ooh really? What's new?” “We can't seem to get enough each other. We been sharing our fantasies a lot with each other and are trying to do new things. One of the new things was sex in public. One. I couldn't do that to an innocent dude."Something made me feel sorry for him, terribly sorry. "Thanks..." Just don't come back here, hear dude?!" Chuck admonished with agrin. "I might not let you off so easy next time, pretty boy."Though I felt myself brace from slight. I felt on an eeriewistfulness and gratitude in a twilight zone between possessivemasculine feelings and wanting to dump them for sweet immersion indelicious damnation.I mugged up and sashayed up to Chuck. "Afraid, macho man??". The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and languished in as much as he could.He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over the top of his beer. Thirty more minutes and he'd give it up for the night. Find some kind of solace in a woman's cunt. He was charming, suave, enticing. It could, would happen,.