There was no other special woman in my life, not that I was going without, I never had even when Tina's mother had been home and trying to deny me, I ...as just very discreet and had no complaints from my neighbours neglected wives.As for me, well I'm Ronald, or Ron to friends and family I'm 57 and I guess I'm in reasonable condition for my age, though no one is ever going to mistake me for a thirty year old, still perhaps mid-forties on a good day ... perhaps. I'm six foot tall and weigh about. "Ahhh..."Svenja got into the act. "Andy was so brave in showing us how these oldcostumes look. I find it really neat, I wouldn't want to be wearing thisbodyshaper." While speaking she reached her hand around my waist by wayof demonstration. I found it amazing how far around she could reach.No it was the teacher's turn to answer. "Ahh..."Yes, I had gotten at least that far.After a couple moments without any communication I decided it would bebest to disappear. But that wasn't going to be so. One day he turned around in his seat and introduced himself. He had missed a class and wondered if he might copy my class notes. We agreed to meet for coffee after class and let him make copies. So we had coffee and we hit it off immediately. I noticed that he was reading a book that I had recently read, and we began to notice that we had a lot of the same interests.I guess most of this is a blur to me now, and I cannot explain it, but one day Martin invited me to his apartment for a study. I peeked in and saw her leaning over her makeup desk writing on some pieces of paper. I smiled as I thought she was also adding a few extra ideas to her bucket. But when she finished, instead of dropping them in, she dumped her bucket into the trash can and replaced it with all the slips she had just written. What the hell is she doing? I asked myself. Then she got up and turned the shower on and stepped inside. While she was in there, I looked in her bucket to find that every slip of paper.