Most of the men she dragged home were neither nice nor attractive. She liked slobs. I never knew who would show up for breakfast, or how many. Most of...them scared the shit out of me, or shamed me. I do remember one man who hung around for almost a whole school year. I was in seventh grade and he wasn't a bad male role model. They'd met at a swinger's party and I guess he was okay with a lot of her slut shit, but even he eventually got fed up and split. I was a senior in high school when my. He had a very comfortable house not so far from us.His name was Vince. He was a nice looking black man in his late fifties and he was a great host. After he poured some drinks, he explained that Richie, the stud to fuck Anita, would be there by midnight. The black stud finally showed up. When he kissed Ana, she seemed to melt at his touch.Vince had his cock out and he was stroking it. He told me my slutty wife would have a good time ahead of her with his friend.I was turned on and jealous,. I was 22 yrs old in the summer of 1970 and was living in the New hampshire town of Hudson.I had been living there for a few months in a rooming house owned and run by an older gentleman named Walter.The place I was working was about to close down and i was going to be facing the prospect of getting evicted because I did'nt have enough money for the rent.I thought i would ask Walter,the landlord if he might have some odd jobs for me around the rooming house and he told me to stop by his. "That's correct. Stocks, bonds, real estate. Even some gold in a vault in LA."I pointed to the house. "What do you think that house is worth?"He looked around, spent a second thinking. "Probably two-forty, two-fifty. Nice house, nice neighborhood, but not new." I want to buy it," I said flat out. "Or at least make an offer."He looked at the house, then back at me. "I don't see a for sale sign. Why this house? What's wrong with ours?" Nothing's wrong with ours, nothing at all." I nodded at the.