Networking for her next job. The real job, after graduation. Shed could hardly go back to work at her dad’s firm now that she’d fucked the next pa...tner. Carly sat up in bed and stared at her reflection in the full length dressing mirror that stood in the corner of the room. Maybe she should cut her hair. Or dye it brown. Or red. Redheads were happy and free and impulsive. She at least had the impulsive part down. Although, now that she thought about it she didn’t actually have any evidence to. But this is not so especially in my case because my troubles began at well past seven years of age.It all started a long while ago, I suppose! Even before I got married, not that I had to get married mind, but you know how strange twists of fate always catch you out cold.Let me start at the very beginning, I was sixteen she was eighteen; we met at a school charity function, raising money for some third world project. Her name was Denise; she had long curly blonde hair over shoulder length. I. When the wake up call came in, I could barely open my eyes. But Tom hung up the phone and then threw back the sheet and strode across the room following a stiff joint to the bathroom. In a minute, he came out to get his stuff for his shower. He could see that I was awake and smiled and just said, ‘how’d you sl**p last night?’ I didn’t want to tell him that I was on jerk off patrol most of the night so I just mumbled a quick ‘Ok – how about you?’ What surprised me most was there wasn’t any. We started laughing and i said we should call it a night as the wife will be wondering where i am, see you lads tomorrow if you decide to pop in, i went to bed and Wendy was still up just watching the telly i got undressed and jumped in next to her and started telling her the story what the lads said about her, she said no way they said they thought i was good looking and had a great body, yes love they said that and Jake even said he would like to fuck you, noway he said that i'm old enough to.