Whatever good stead means!"The Story"My kids were all grown, my wife had died, and I was in that age when the miracle drug, Viagra, was sometimes need...ed. Sometimes not, but to be safe should be taken when you weren't sure, or you might very well be sorry." I was living in a small house, three bedroom rambler, in a small collection of newish homes all constructed in the same year. You all know the kind, a bedroom community, mostly young couples with lots of kids, and all clustered around one. ”“No, it’s not, but it feels like it.”“Are you sure you want to stay here alone tonight? It might be better if you went to your folks place, came clean and told them and spent a couple of nights there.”“No, I’ll tell them tomorrow. I have to stay here tonight, I have to get used to it. It probably isn’t going to be as bad as it seems.”“It never is,” he told her, “trust me on that.”With that he left, although the image of her sitting at the table, tears running down her cheeks, would continue to. I’m going to be fine now. As soon as I clean up the dishes and the living room, I’m going to bed and I’m going to sleep like a log.??You should go to bed right now,? he said. ?I’ll throw these dishes in the dishwasher and that’ll be it.??I’m going to clean up the living room a bit, then.? She blushed at the thought of having her urine all over her hardwood floor.?No need. It’s all done. I put your stuff in the basement and mopped up the mess.??What???I cleaned the living room while you were in. “That’s up to you,” Phil said. “I’m doing OK. Are you having fun?”“I’m not sure,” Hailey admitted. “I’m usually like that girl by now.”She pointed to a topless young woman who was straddling a guy’s lap and making out with him furiously. Phil gave her a raised eyebrow.“Not half naked,” Hailey said.“At least not in public,” she added in a lower voice.“She won’t even remember doing this tomorrow,” Hailey continued. “She probably won’t even know the name of the guy she was with. I don’t recognize.