Molly lives with her mother, my second wife. Molly turned fifteen in August. She was too busy with school and couldn't come this weekend."Will started...to recover from his shock. He said, "Um, uh ... Father, Jolene is your third wife?" Actually she is my fourth wife. I didn't have any children with my third wife. It took me awhile, but I have finally found the woman to spend my life with. Jolene and I have been married for seven and a half years." Will's dad leaned over and kissed his wife.Will. One Saturday, after a run around Camden/Islington, he stopped off at a coffee shop but only to grab a banana. He stood rather than sat on a stool because after running and sweating, he thought it best not to subject others to his arse sweat on a seat. He stood in front of the high tables they have in coffee shops by the windows staring out at the rest of the world as it went by at different paces for different people. It was the epitome of different strokes for different folks. Most coffee. Hatcher, the school's secretary, wasn't at her desk when we walked in, Mrs. Mires was. It was a few minutes before first bell, so at least we didn't have to wade through a sea of students getting tardy slips."Hi, Mrs. Mires," I said stepping up to the counter. "Where's Mrs. Hatcher?"Mrs. Mires looked at me like she'd just taken a big bite out of a particularly sour lemon. I think it was her version of a smile. "I wasn't aware that she needed your permission to miss work."I smiled while counting. Sitting there with Donna and Kat the doorbell rang, she says answer it so I did. It was two more dyke looking things and they walked in. The bell rang several more times and Donna said lets move this outside. We were in the back yard which was heavily screened for privacy and lesbians were getting naked. I was their servant, fetching beer and lighting their smokes. After they started getting dunk I would lay down in the grass and let them piss in my open mouth, I even was made to swallow some.