The man was so short, her tits were at his eye level. Clearly, she was a trophy wife and probably a gold digger. Hello, she greeted us pleasantly. Im ...esiree. Im Mark and this is Mary, I told her. And thats Allison. Shes our slut. I see, Desiree said, delicately, and gave her husband a confused look. What do you think? I asked Mary as I eyed Desiree. Do you cook? Mary asked the woman, a considering look on her face. Mary knew exactly what I wanted from Desiree. I do, she said. I love to cock. I. I thought enough was enough and started making my way onto the street looking for - well I don't know what really. but I just walked until I saw a dark looking guy having a piss in a courtyard not far from where I was. I mad my way over to him shyly and was trying too look over his shoulder while he was relieving himself. he turned and saw me and I think his words were 'what the fuck are you looking at'. all I could say was 'do you want a hand with that?'. he stood still for a moment - I. This is how I helped him and myself.Like all my ‘clients’ I sat him down and over coffee he explained his predicament.‘You see Gladys, this is difficult as I have never told this to anyone, when I was 12 my parents died in a car crash, and I was brought up by my paternal grandparents who were in their early sixties.My Gran was what you would call very tactile; always hugging me, giving me motherly kisses. She was a buxom lady –much like you – and as I grew older, she did not stop her usual. The Circle 101 third class had discussed Egalitarianism, Win-Win, and Confrontation as practiced in the Circle, and the attendant implications and how it played out with the members.In such an environment, where both men and women were on an equal playing field, they were constantly on guard against taking one another for granted. Moreover, no topic was off the slate for questions from another Circle member. One never had to mince words or hold back but civility reigned.Women shouldn’t assume.