“You have a very feminine looking ass Andy”. He took more pictures. “What’s your wife’s name Andy?”“Jenny”“Well Andy,” as he grope...d and squeezed my ass cheeks, “You’re now officially cheating on Jenny and it’s time for you to pay a little for being a bad husband”.He had me stand up and lead him to the kitchen/dining room. I had already moved the chairs from one side of the small, sturdy country style kitchen table. He then had me sit on the edge of the table and lay back. My panties were at my. Maybe this was going to be a good day after all. Hi, I’m Peter McKenzie. Nice to meet you Peter I’m Ann McIntire. Ah, a kinsman he said. They laughed. The forms were detailed, taxing the memory for information. They talked the whole time, sharing their history and background. Time passed and slowly. There shared there family background, stories, the questions made it easy to comfortable to share. It was almost like a script that had been handed to them. Their likes, dislikes, education was all. He had an inkling his story might unravel, but the idea that his status as King of the Hill might be in jeopardy did not even register.Andy had to get to a class, so he exchanged numbers with the group and Lindsey gave him a website card before they all split up."Trish had gotten into the spirit of the registry, and enlisted Janie and her cousins to help. By Monday morning, they had several hundred cards that said 'Before you date him, check www.mhsassholes.com.' Getting to school early, Trish. I felt tempted to say something corny like ‘Raphael Dorvil, Haitian-Canadian gentleman at your service’ but settled for simply telling her my name. Black women don’t go for the over-the-top stuff anymore. Miss Booty introduced herself as Bethlehem Amare, and I noted that her handshake was warm, pleasant and firm. Indeed, it was a pleasure to meet her. After a few minutes chatting with Bethlehem, I gleaned quite a bit about her. She came from Ethiopia, and was new to Ontario. After this nice.