Jet black, it shined all the way down her back to her belt. It was obvious she was proud of it and took good care of it. I wanted to run my fingers th...rough it."Is your husband home giving out candy?" I asked her."No Husband." I never know what to say in a situation like this. I don't know if 'I'm sorry' is appropriate." You don't have to say anything. That was a long time ago. He left when we found out I was going to have Enrique." I'm sorry," I said."We're probably better off without him."I. I guess I ought to start with telling you about my formerly wonderful marriage that ended in divorce when I went to prison. Rita was my wife of nearly ten years. I had just gotten out of college and was a regular guy looking for a job. I went to this one firm and as I was waiting to be interviewed I kept looking at the receptionist. Damn, what a cute girl/woman! At twenty-two, I looked at women as a younger guy would. They were girls, broads, gals, or women, all the words were interchangeable. No doubt the others are guilty of some bad things, but I think they are over that foolishness now," I said."You are probably right, and none of them are slackers. Good leadership was probably all they needed to start with," he said.Buster, Candace, Gertrude, and Matilda had all done a little log skidding while we'd worked on the smokehouse. Red was the only one that had taken those days completely off. He'd done nothing but graze and provide more horseshit. He showed me that he was feeling a. I knew he hadn’t been laid recently because they weren’t traveling anywhere near her town and they all shared one hotel room on their mini tours. It happened to be my day off so when he got home I was lounging around watching TV with my nightshirt on. I liked sleeping in long teeshirts with no panties underneath. As was my usual routine on a day off, I had just fixed myself a little pin joint of some good weed that one of the guys at work had given me and I asked him if he wanted to share it.