She would rather stretch out on a towel on the beach, novel in hand, dressed only in Factor 15 and her new summer outfit. Perhaps her unsociability w...s a delayed shock after Brian had left her, although it had been a fairly amicable separation really. Things had sort of petered out over the years, and when Brian confessed that he had fallen in love with Melissa, well, it was almost a relief. Ginny had sometimes wondered what would bring their marriage to its final demise. And, anyway, in. I did not immediately recognise her, yet there was something familiar about her. She was about 5ft 2 inches tall with jet black curly hair, a slim figure with quite pixie like features. You would not call her pretty by any means, but she was I thought highly attractive, with a lovely warm smile and dressed in a black light party dress that hugged her figure like a glove.As they came round again I excused them and took her from her partner. She moved close into me pressing her body close to me. Jobs got better. I mostly hated women, I would have little to do with them. Still don’t much. I got an old typewriter, wrote some stories, after maybe 50 rejections I got a check. After that I got some more, then even more. I wrote some fiction stories, probably some of you have read them, mysteries, detectives, all types. Dabbled in some light erotic stuff. Don’t ask, I won’t answer. Just know I write as a woman most of the time. It’s easy for me somehow. I often cry when I write, it is part. Me: Truth.V: Have you ever kissed a girl?Me: Isn’t it obvious? I haven’t even had a girlfriend. Kiss is out of the question. Your turn.V: Truth.Me: Have you ever had sex with anyone?V: Yep many times I like to explore with like-minded people. So it’s your turn.Me: Truth.V: Were you staring at my breasts in the car?Me: (reluctantly) Yes.V: It’s ok, its human nature to check out the opposite sex.Me: Truth or dare?V: Truth.Me: What bra size do you wear?V: (laughing ) You won’t believe me if I told.