I thought it would be more fun having friends go along. Bob wanted to go to Dollywood and Tennessee, and we did. I just wanted him to know that campin... wasn’t my thing, especially starting at sixty years old. I did like to go on the one-day jaunts to see shows, plays and sight-see. Bob knew that but made me out the bad guy. When my sister Dawn and I saw him at one of the tours after our divorce he accused me of not wanting to be with him but I would gladly go with someone else. We approached. When Mom would say something, the daughter would make a feeble attempt at fixing it and look back to me at one point to be sure I was watching.When the girl went up to either get a refreshment or use the facilities Gloria looked to me and said, “You’ve got a fan there. When you went back to get your i-pad she commented on your beach hat and how good you looked in it, asking where my husband found it. She said she might get one for her Dad. (not the step dad). I told her we were NOT married or. Nicki was pretty and short, not just by comparison but literally. She was only five feet, one or two inches, tall. She said, "Good to meet you in person, Brad. I see Karen finally caught you."I looked at Karen who blushed deeply. I decided that I wouldn't ask but that Karen could tell me when she thought it best. Then, I couldn't resist. "Nicki, I 'love' being her captive." I grinned.Karen said, "A good captive will keep his mouth shut." I nodded, very obviously keeping my mouth closed by. And then when you injected Janet, well, Im weak. Im only a man. And recruiting Becca as our fuck secretary? I shuddered when she said fuck. The old Alice would never say that word. I let myself get carried away. You hate me, right? My stomach swirled. I…I Maybe I should. Alice grabbed my dick. It throbbed in her hand. But Ive had so much fun being a bimbo. Its freeing. Im doing things Ive only fantasized about. Being with women, with other men. Even a Black man. A shudder ran across her face..