Elen: Sir Noah, why you want a girlfriend when you have a wife?Me: Elen, every time I enter a meeting here everyone wants to know why I do not have a ...irlfriend here.Elen: Why is your wife not here?Me: She has a job at home.Elen: Are you lonely here?Me: Yes but that is not why I want a girlfriend. I want to be able to go out in public with you to stop the questions and the attempts to introduce me to other women.Elen: So you are not interested in me? Am I not pretty enough?Me: Elen you are very. Good shit, its supposed to be degreaser, but look, hexane, butane, propane… Haha, why the hell would they need all of that in a degreaser? He berates. Its like, they dont care people buy this shit just to get high! She laughs thinking, (Wow…) Asking. Did you buy it? Hell no… I stole it! Oh.. (Well, that is a good way to stick it to them then…) So, why do you care? Corporations worship money and people that feed into that are all slaves… I dont care. Oh. Interest in his bullshit gone. Well,. Sie hatte mittelgroße wohlgeformte Brüste, lange lockige blonde Haare, war schlank und durchtrainiert und insbesondere ihr „perfekter“ Hintern schien es der Männerwelt anzutun.Trotz ihrer schon 42 Jahre, war sie also ohne weiteres als sehr attraktiv zu bezeichnen.Dies zeigten ihr nicht nur die Blicke der anderen Männer aller Altersklasse, sondern auch die eine oder andere Bemerkung die sie aufgeschnappt hatte.Gerade nach ein paar Gläsern Alkohol redeten manche Männer um nicht zu sagen alle. "What's the matter, dear?" she whispered as she stepped into the room."Why are you down here at this time of night?"The husband looked up from his coffee."Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asked."Yes, I do," she replied. The husband paused. The words were not coming easily."Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?" Yes, I remember," said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.The husband continued..