For the entire week we would meet up and sun bath together. He told me about his family. All 5 of his c***dren were married and out of the house. His ...ife is a successful business woman who is gone most of the time and they have a sexless marriage. He travels to help with his own sexual frustrations. I didn’t know what that meant.On the last day, I was nude packing my clothes in an overly stuffed suitcase and there was a knock at the door. When I opened it Cram was standing there in tightly. We continued to watch for months until Patti finally talked my wife into dancing one of the easier dances. I just sat and watched, perfectly happy to watch Patti’s long blonde hair flow around as she danced. Sheryl was another dancer in the troupe. She was about twenty-three or four years old with short black hair and cute as a button. I wanted her, too. It would have been hard to choose just Patti or Sheryl if I had to. But she's a whole other story. We had a brief affair a year later. I'll. The training is a real personal thing. I could be the one to do it for you if you want, but we thought that it might be a little less embarrassing if it was explained by someone you didn’t know so well. She just explains what you have to do and gets you started. That’s all. Just remember, it sounds weird, but it’s a really good thing. None of us have ever regretted our training.??That what everyone said about having the clock. When you gave it to me, you all said that I wouldn’t regret having. What was more, I had seen her (mostly) naked. How could I look at her again, knowing what beauty was under those garments? How could I look at her eyes and talk about traffic and weather and drink options when I had seen that same face contorted in the throes of the most beautiful agony? How could I listen to that voice speak of journals and citations that had so recently cried out my name during climax? I felt like I had to hide. Everything that had been so clear and simple that morning was.