Did I say sexy?"Hi Donna. What is that? Beer? I'm Michael. Mike. Call me Mike." Hiya Mike. Listen, how 'bout you get the beer, and then sit here with ...me. I'm trying to keep a stalker at bay, and you would fit nicely on the couch." Actually, I'm the stalker, but as you invited me, I'll be right back." Okay. You seem friendly, for a stalker." It's a professional disguise. Hold on." And he swung around a couple of entwined drunks pretending to dance, grabbed a couple of beers from the bar, and. So I did take some time off for a two-hour lunch once in awhile. That refreshed me somewhat but it did nothing for my marriage.Matters at home continued on the decline and it wasn't long before I realized that our sex life was pretty much nonexistent. Colleen began making comments about the "Absent Lover Syndrome," and she would remind me of my promises on a regular basis. Obviously the few and far-between quickies in the morning were not satisfying her.You might wonder if I had stopped being. “Chet, baby, this isn’t a competition and I don’t plan to compare you to anybody else. Don’t worry or be jealous. I like you for who you are. Period. End of sentence. There are no conditions I’m placing on this, such as you have to eat pussy better than Dave or have a longer dick than somebody else. We will have our relationship, and that’s that. It’s not contingent on something else happening or some comparative rating. To my knowledge, none of the relationships are conditional in the Circle;. He looked at her for a moment and then looked away."Hey, poop head," Katie said."Hey," Ken responded, smiling at the old nickname they had called each other when they were younger.An awkward silence followed, neither of them knowing quite how to act after the previous night. Katie walked over to Streak's stall, and greeted the big, black horse. "Hi fella." The horse approached her and allowed her to stroke his muzzle."Katie, are you mad about last night?" No, why would you say that? Did I act.