To be really honest about it: the small unusual freethinker's ad excited her. enormously. It triggered her fantasy and imagination. So, soon Susan cal...ed the number. The voice of the answering machine, or perhaps it was voice-mail, prompted her to leave her name and number. After a slight hesitation, she had done so. This was on a Thursday afternoon, and she finally received a return call on her cell phone the following morning. The caller, Peter, told her that he was returning her call, and. All it ever meant to her was her 110lb body being shoved around in a crowd of people who were much bigger and taller than she. She was serious when it came to New Year’s resolutions, goals, and self-care. This night she decided to take it a notch further and treat herself lovely. A warm bubble bath, slow sexy music, dim lights and last but not least… you guessed it, masturbation.She decided her self-care night commencement would be a long warm bubble bath. It was the perfect way to get her. God, high school was the best four years of my life. I didn’t miss a day in gym. I loved showering with all those naked girls and imagining doing things with several of them. But I digress, this is not a story about my sorry ass lip stick lesbian fantasies. I didn’t write about those because I got the distinct notion that the fantasy was supposed to include my husband. So I sat and pondered. As friday approached I still had my fantasy writer block. Until one day after our bike ride. “So how’s. I'm so sorry, baby, but it looks like your scholarship has been pulled and given to someone else. You won't be going to MIT this fall… I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know how much you were looking forward to it," Barbara said, a tear running down her cheek.Tommy sat there for a few moments processing what she had said. He looked back and forth at the two women. Both of the women looked at him waiting for him to say something or show some kind of reaction. He looked at Connie then at his mother who.