Tony: Okay. Let me just say that for a two-year-old, you're pretty mature-looking. Let's try a safe topic. When did you start writing erotica?aroslav:... About twenty years ago.Tony:???aroslav: Writing's not something you can start at the time you create your penname. It predates time. In fact, I have writings in my files that stretch back almost fifty years. They just aren't by aroslav.Tony: O-kay. You know, those of us in the story sound pretty normal compared to you.aroslav: I should be so. My second hang-up was people like Marsha Biddle. Billie weren't really like that, when he was with the boys, anyway. Shit, he wouldn't have lasted long if he was.But his sister Marsha! God alone knows what she had jammed up her arse, but it kept her nose pointing to the sky, I can assure you. I got on pretty well with a lot of the girls around the office, but Marsha would never give the likes of me the time of day. In the seven years we'd worked for the same employer, not once had she even. I grabbed bottled water and ate lunch before settling on the couch for an afternoon nap. I woke about forty-five minutes later, feeling very relaxed and decided to let it go for now. I spent the next few hours doing some chores such as mowing, laundry, and vacuuming the house. It was about five o'clock, and I decided that a shower and a change of clothes was in order. After getting out of the shower and getting dressed, I headed to the local liquor store to bring a couple of bottles of wine. “No, but thanks for the info”. Jim thought for a moment “this could be the opportunity to give her the present he has been wanting to give her, and she obviously has an anal fixation”. Jim met Janet around 5pm and they headed out to diner before going back to the hotel. Janet used the company expense account for them to eat some place nice. They had a bottle of wine with dinner, mostly Janet, then she had an after-dinner drink with dessert. When they got to the hotel Jim helped her again to.