.. ,” Marilyn trailed off.“And there are limits to my sexual prowess, is what she’s trying to say. I could never satisfy her entirely on my own....At first, it was because I had a wife of my own, who wanted sex right up until the end, but later it was because of my declining health. I do my best, with the help of Viagra, but I have ... only so much, Tom. May I still call you Tom?” Jacob finished his lover’s words.“I suppose. We were friends for a long time before this. Not sure if we can be. I knew what a computer was and that they had become popular. But my life was based more on the people in my life, my family, and the land that I lived on, the animals that I cherished and protected.As I said earlier, I wasn’t playing the game right. By going to sleep, I short-circuited their time boggle. The next one on their list, I knew, was going to be my bladder. A jailer coming into the room awakened me. He asked me if I needed anything. I knew this was the opening gambit of the bladder. My sensual wife then laughed, saying she had forgotten to tell me about a new photographer she had met. The guy wanted her to pose for him as a nude model. I looked at her and said nothing.Ana ordered me to get off the bed and get ready to drive her.I opened the car door and she sat down like it was a first date. Once at photo studio, I noticed her brand new photographer was not alone there. A tall and built black guy was with him. Before I could join them, my sensual wife joked, saying they. Sorry, Doc. I don't mean to be crude here. But, the truth is the truth. And, though I wish it were otherwise, that's the way we werewomen are. You know, as in we're all just a bunch of self-contained sexpots with time on our hands, a clitoris and a very healthy male libido that tends to go ape-shit whenever we catch sight of ourselves femmed out to the max like we are. Oh! I guess I should make mention of the fact that, to a man, we werewomen end up the epitome of what a sexy, well-endowed.