“Just as well my period isn’t this week, or I could give you a lesson about tampons. Maybe I could send you to the supermarket to get some for me,...if I ran out.”“You would have to tell me what ones you prefer,” I said. “Tampons, not pads?”“God no! You think I would want to walk around with something like a slice of bread in my panties?” she replied. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to do that; or even help me put one in; that’s all a few weeks away. Anyway, back to work.”We got into some of the. ..grab me a tissue...or three. And start my search. God, how has porn become so boring. Same old shit. All I see is the same thing..oh my...the plumber has arrived to fix my pipes...crappy music..worse acting...god...this sucks. First video I see...two Asian school girls...nah, not tonight...next is a gloryhole video...meh...see one seen them all...I flip thru everything from the babysitter to wax on the genitals...nothing has peaked my interest.Well this just went from bad to worse...oh. You start to say something, but catch yourself staring at him. He is about 6 feet tall and almost 200 pounds. He has short brown hair, a close shaved beard and ice blue eyes. He looks extremely fit. And, handsome. You shake your head and pull yourself out of it. “Mr. Johnson. I looked at your bio and I see that you are looking for general fitness. But, you also say you work out 3-4 times a week. You obviously are fit. So, why exactly do you want or need a trainer. I mean, I’m not trying to. Maybe the way I was trying to add stability to my life was to try and build a relationship and maybe even get married. Val went on to say she was going home next weekend to see her family and her boyfriend. "Boyfriend?" I said. "You told me you two broke up." Situations like that, I thought to myself could get one killed. "Well, we are broke up; sort of. You see, we want to get married. But he told me to go off to college, get some strange dick, get it out of my system, so when we get.