Driving home, she turned on the radio and fiddled with the controls, trying to find something to listen to other than the depressing news reports, and... finally settling on a classic rock station. She turned it up loud, trying to drown out the thoughts of Paul and his stalling tactics. Foghat serenaded her with "Slow Ride" until she swung her car into the driveway of her mother's house, where she'd been living since she'd walked out on her marriage.Grabbing the latest set of court papers and her. That hurt, but even then, I didn't assume any blame. I was too self-centered, too driven. I hired a private detective whose efforts made the divorce equitable for me.Nora presented the first clue that I wasn't aging. We'd been married for five years. She'd aged. I hadn't, and during one of our last verbal battles, she'd screamed, "You might not be getting older, but I am! You don't look a minute older than the day I met you. How is that possible?" That's ridiculous," I said.She turned me to a. . The cars had their lights on now as the early evening shadows deepened into dusk as he was startled out of his reverie by the hands that had been placed on his shoulders.As he half-rose, they gently opposed his motion and, off balance, he sat back down."Shauna... ?" The question died on his lips as she came round the side of his chair and he caught sight of her for the first time. The colour drained from his face as he recognised his lover from thirty five years earlier.Dressed in a shapeless. As I looked up towards him to question what he meant I noticed a rather large bulge in his pants and it was pointed straight at me. After I got my eyes unglued from his crotch, I looked up at him and asked him what got him so excited. He pointed to my shorts and said your ass looks really good in those shorts and I really enjoyed our last time together. I hadn’t realized that I had put on my nylon exercise shorts and they had a tendency to ride up into my ass; especially since I almost never.