” Trimi stood with the last of her energy, and opened her eyes very slowly. Standing in front of her was none other than The Penis. Trimi did no...t notice, and didn’t care much. She was too happy. “What hole would you like?” Trimi asked dreamily. The Penis only flashed a wicked grin, and pushed her to the ground. Trimi fell flat on her back, and she jostled awake at the pain. She looked at the man who had pushed her, and realized truly who it was. She turned to Freo with pleading,. Why did he react so dramatically this time?I had to rethink my situation. I love Howard. I know I do. But I need some excitement in my life. I'm nearly fifty and I need this. I need someone to help me feel alive and desirable. God knows, Howard is a wonderful lover. He fills me so completely and he is so thoughtful with me. I couldn't ask for a more considerate husband. But ... I need more.I've really made a mess of this. I've alerted him to my intention. I've stupidly caused him to doubt me.. The manifestations in my tights were a constant source of embarrassment to my parents when in company. In my youth I impregnated a dozen reluctant serving maids to the annoyance of my father, who found them expensive to silence and difficult to replace. In the end it was to tavern whores he resorted in employing a brace of harlots as my constant companions. It was they who taught me a plenitude of things I could scarcely imagine at such a tender age. They also taught me the employment of a. A shared, nervous giggle told me that they thought me odd, old fashioned and possibly a little disturbing. The taller of the two girls rummaged in her shoulder bag and pulled out one of the new portable music players. It was the size of a cigarette box. She swung it around her neck on a strap that carried a store of miniature music cylinders like a bandolier of cartridges, pulled one of the cylinders from its sleeve and pushed it into the machine. She wound the clockwork mechanism that drove.