I called Ginger’s husband, a man for whom I have almost zero use, and got her mother’s number in Texas after some debate. He hates me because he s...spects correctly that I’m screwing his wife. I called Ginger and told her what was happening and that I’d pay her three month’s separation. She cried for my safety and for the apparent end to our relationship. I told her I’d re-open the office when I got back, only, I had no idea when that would be. In a few minutes, I’d taken care of all my business. It was me, however, that bailed her drunk ass out jail when she got pulled over for a DWI one night. She promised to repay me, but never did. I tried to make her make good on her promise, but every time we got down to doing anything, either she or I would get drunk and pass out. I think we both just gave up on things.I moved because of a job change and Amy moved on to secure a boyfriend and over time we lost contact with each other. I hated that, because Amy was fun to be around, and she was. Then I laid her on the bed and, well, laid her on the bed. It was done, I must admit, without a great deal of finesse but as always my balls seemed somehow aware of the presence of a new cunt and the flow of spunk seemed endless. Leaving Elspeth somewhere the other side of ecstasy I went downstairs for refreshment and to await the sound of Kylie’s key in the lock next door. As soon as I heard it I called her to come over and soon she was lying blissed-out in Alicia’s room. Whatever anyone. The flowers were beautiful, the candy she didn’t need the calories, but the dinner was a nice evening out and a much needed break from cooking. The Valentine’s Day card, although not very romantic, had a lovable dog on the cover, a Golden Retriever that looked just like their old dog, Gracie. The picture of the dog made her cry, but in a good way and gave her some warm memories of her much missed and beloved four legged, best friend. He knew she’d treasure this card more than him giving her a.