You have to go to Cambridge these days to get a plain old gray mouse pad without any stupid cartoons on it. And anyhow, I still don't know what I'm go...ng to buy at the grocery store.He's in the bathroom--good thing. But my God! He's taking a shower! It'll take hours and I'll never get to sleep...OK. Carrots. Salad stuff. Cauliflower. Broccoli. No problem--vegetables are easy. Do I need to buy cheese? Not there, I don't care whether the cheese is organic or not and it costs half the price at the. The couch got smaller and smaller and soon she was pinned between us. That lasted only a few minutes. She reported that she needed to go to the room. I slide over. She moved past me stumbling a bit. She fell right into my lap. I looked at Stu and he was not happy. He had the look of an old man chasing after some young thing. I think it was at that moment that I became the competition. Before that I was just the third wheel. On the way up she grabbed a handful of my manhood. Held it tight for a. Julie said thank you for being so understanding, bye. Jane said, don't you want the bikinis they look great on you. Come to the counter and let me get the bags and the cover-ups. At the counter as Jane sorted them, two bikinis and one cover up in each of three bags, looking anxiously at Julie who was fumbling in her handbag, Julie asked how much for all six? Jane put the three bags in a larger bag and thrust them to Julie."They are a gift for you, free no attachments, no promises asked. Just. Even today you'll see how important they are when women make love to women."Feeling as harnessed as a race horse, I went into the living room. I must say, the women all welcomed me. They hugged me, and asked my name, and I told them "Craig."I guess it was Meg who said, "Still? How original!"And I'm sure it was Dottie who asked, "Why not a femme name?"And I replied, "Craig is now my femme name," because I couldn't think of anything else to say. I didn't know I was supposed to have a femme name..