She seemed poised, elegant, well made up, notunattractive. Maybe she was from Europe, some lesser light from overthere that I had not heard of?Then I ...oticed it.My old evening gown.It was dark navy, long, with a split seam. It was embroidered at thehem with rhinestones. I had donated that to the Thrift Shop myself.Looking more closely, I recognized more and more outfits. Businesswear. A sarong, of all things! Even my old swimsuit, which was calleda "Slimsuit" because the maker claimed it would. My right foot stepped up onto the first step, and the friction of my thigh in that position was outstanding. I stepped my left foot up to the second step along with flexing my thighs to intensify the pressure and the results brought the first audible gasp to my lips. "Oh fuck that's good." I made for the third, and last, step with my right foot and I began to feel a swell within me. I then brought my left foot up off the second step, and crossing it in front of my right foot, squeezed my. They asked about all kinds of things, some of which were rather personal and I noticed that they kept looking at each other with little grins. I still don't believe how naive I was. After some time I noticed that they had missed my turnoff, when suddenly the van stopped. The driver looked back at the k**s and asked if they would like a guest for a couple of days. The k**s yelled "Yeah". I just shrugged my shoulders and said " Why not, I'm on holidays, let's do it". The passenger laughed and. I figured once I got my financial situation in good shape, I would divorce the bitch.At the end of the second year of our separation, Jan was gone for most of the week. When she returned home, she looked different. She had plastic surgery done to her face and had breast enhancement work done. She looks at least ten years younger. 'I wondered how she paid for the enhancement work done on her, ' I thought to myself. I knew that both of our insurances would not pay for that type of surgery."You.