We’ll figure that out later,” Dan said, and they continued with their meal.“Dan, honey, I know you’re only fifty-two, but why don’t you seri...usly consider retiring. I still have to work, after all, I’m only forty-nine and make a nice 60,000 a year. I love my job, teaching young girls to become nurses. Look at all the free time you’d have for fucking me and all the women we can find for you.”“I could continue doing the woodworking I started several years ago.”“I’ve seen the work you’ve done. I remember fucking Eilish in 1973 or maybe 75. She’d finally given up her virginity when she was maybe 30 years old. She went to confession Saturday nights wearing a headscarf. She didn’t want any mortal sins going into the priest’s ear for his later sweat-tossed delectation. So she stuck to venial. Venial was fun. In 1963 she wore a Sunday white dress and I helped her up on the dresser to hang a picture. Then she came down in my arms, skirts riding up, garters and stockings, and we kissed. I asked her what time in the morning was too early, because we had to get to the show site to start working. She told me that 7 or 7:30 wouldn't be too early. Considering what we were going to be doing tonight, I told her to sleep in, even knowing she couldn't and I'd call her around 10am.With that all set up, I had to give Mel the bad news that she was going to have to be an observer tonight and there wasn't a partner for her.She threw out that bottom lip and let out a half-hearted, "Awwwwww,. ”I couldn’t deny him. I slid my skirt over my hips until it dropped to the floor. Lace covered my backside until it joined my skirt. I turned, slowly; the anxiety had returned. I had – have – a rounded tummy, wide hips and a thick waist. What would he think? Honestly? I at least partially expected a swift ending to our affair once he saw what I looked like – pictures can be posed to the most flattering angle, whereas a video reveals every bump and awkward curve imaginable. Instead of my.