Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me, and even hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I do?Signed: CluelessD...ear Clueless: Grow up and dump him. Good grief woman! You don't need him anymore! You're running for President of the United States. Act like one.This one is compliments of ChuckThis is a bit long but it is a worthwhile read.Plumber at the Obama's HouseOnly weeks after leaving office on January 20, 2017, former President Barack Obama discovers a. He felt me up for a few minutes, and then he was on his way. He visited my house several times on his way to work to give me a thorough groping. A few times leaving me standing there with my panties pulled down, my bra unfastened and a huge hardon as he hugged me goodby on his way to work. He always had the biggest bulge in his pants during our doorway visits. He told me he would jack off in his car after our visits. One morning I met him at the doorway naked wearing just high heels. I was soo. My gaze drifts briefly to each one before I slip back into my own thoughts. I dream of her. The limpid eyes, tender and full of love, the long lustrous locks as black as the night and softer than silk. The soft tinkling laughter that is music to my ears and sets my mind aflame with unbridled desire. I dream . . . I dream of her. The moon looks down in sympathy for the love I have and the love I do not possess. I lie down and close my eyes. Sleep comes almost immediately. The great Taurus snorts. "Is this who I am now?" I wondered."It's who I always saw you as," came his reply, "and loved you as. But here you can be anyone you wish." How? Is there a maintenance shop nearby?" Just decide," came the reply from someone who now flickered through what I instinctively recognized had to be each body he'd ever inhabited, before returning to the familiar one.Seeing that, I easily did the same a moment later, before returning to my first body again."This is how I met you," I said happily of my.