Workhad become a chore and I was starting to come out of the depression thatfollowed my divorce last year. She got half the assets and I didn't haveto... pay alimony because she had immediately married. She married the guytwo weeks after the divorce was final. The sneaky bitch; I knew she hadbeen sleeping with him all along. I just knew it. By most accountsthough, I got off easy. I should have been happy, but... well, who caresnow? Not I. Not much. Okay, well still some. That's why I wanted. We watched the TV, on which was a commercial for an antidepressant."Would it be weird to say that I'm kind of turned on right now?" Allen said."No," I said. Allen took my hand and put it on his thigh. My heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't move it away.He reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Like I said, I work out pretty regularly, and I've got a nice tight stomach and pecs that are smattered with dark hair, quite a contract to Allen's smooth and sexy body. He. So, apart from walking near the beach once or twice, we didn’t really get the chance to go out to sea.After making our reservations at the island, we headed for shopping. We bought skin lotions, beach mats and towels and then Mom took me to a corner and whispered that she was confused about something and asked me if I would help her.“Yea, sure.”“Promise me you won’t laugh.”“I won’t.”“Promise?”“Yea, promise.”“I’ve never bought a swim suit, so don’t know which one to buy,” she confided.“No. ??Yes, ma'm,? Bobby, still looking at the floor, muttered.?And it's okay to call me Marilyn.?Bobby looked up, ?I'll be more careful, Ms... I mean Marilyn. Thankyou.?And so it went throughout Bobby's day. Each time he came across abeautiful woman or sexy image he'd try to memorize everything about theencounter.There was more to this than simple social awkwardness. Bobby wasmethodically logging each image in his mind. He intended to use each ofthem to fuel his sexual fantasies.Bobby had long.