As Ido this my long straight blonde hair falls across my face and I brush itback before fixing it into pigtails with a black scrunchies on eachside. ...It's all my hair not hair extensions now. I guess that's achange, isn't it?"Man spreading and my non-panty encased manhood were my downfall.You see Christine and I were going through a rough patch in ourmarriage. Once or twice in the last week we had travelled into town onthe tube together. She had noticed how my tendency to man spread. "Dago red, huh?" Gabrielle giggled."Now don't you go around disparaging my half Italian side, Gaby," Chris disarmed her with a wide smile."Do you know who put the six slugs into Mussolini?" she asked."Okay, I'll bite." Two thousand of Italy's best sharpshooters," she answered.Chris burst out laughing, "I heard that before but I was in high school at the time. "You have a good sense of humor." When you have to contend with four older brothers, a girl has to possess a wit as her weapon or they'll. Oh, I suppose I’d better explain up front about Rachel being there. Rachel’s mother, Andorra – who by the way, I’d never laid eyes on at the time — was a widow and she worked some pretty horrendous hours as a controller for a taxi company most every weekend. Otterley and Rachel had become best buddies at school and somewhere along the line it had become commonplace for the two girls to sleepover at each other’s houses. Eventually it had become standard procedure for Rachel to sleep over at our. But damn it felt good!This sordid affair went on for weeks. I would trace Josh's movements down the office from his desk at the far end, watch him enter the toilet, patiently wait for what seemed like forever for the jock salesman to return, and then wait for a minute or two to make sure no one noticed. Then I 'd head straight for the door, clicking the switch to 'engaged' and checking the seat for presents. Most times I would leave a splash or two for me to mop up and toss over.Today I had.