There’s always room for a few more cells, cranium-wise.My immediate dilemma, the horns of which upon which I was perched, was Trish McGovern. Not th...at Trish had antlers, nothing like that. In fact, she was a shapely little missy, quite lovely. A real dish. Known her all my life.In the theoretical, talking about other people, I’m all in favor of marriage. In the abstraction. I’ve even attended a few weddings — friends, classmates, the like. It’s not like marriage was catching, a communicative. Mere pati ke pas handicraft ka business hai, jismen wo din rat mast rahtein hain. Unke pas hamare liye time nahin hai, aur wo nahi mujhe sex men meri bhookj mita sakten hain. Wo pahle shaadi ke samay thik the magar sarab aur galat sangat men parkar sexually bahut kamjor ho gaye hain, ab sambhla muskil lagta hai. Jabki main ek sundar jawan aur bahut hi sexy lady hoon. Meri size 36/32/36 hai aur main hamesha ek hardcore sex ki chahat rakhti hoon. Magar mere dil ki tamanna kabhi puri nahin hoti. That's why I took a little longer to arrange my oils. I knew you liked what you saw."April felt herself flush. "I think I got wet when you walked into the room." She couldn't believe she had just said that. She flushed again. "You knew that too, didn't you? That's how you knew I wanted a lesbian massage." When another woman has a certain look in her eyes, it's a dead giveaway." The masseuse said. Could this girl be any surer of herself? "So, yes, I knew."April put her head down on the pillow.. I corresponded with her a little, but never with Lisa, and I never went back to that same old town again.“Jack?” Lisa looked at me with utter shock, “is that you?”“Of course, it’s me. Jack Martin. Your high school sweetheart, until, well, we both know what happened, don’t we?” I confronted her again.“Yes, I cheated on you, and then you took the worst revenge that you could. I guess fidelity’s a moot point now, isn’t it? I promise ... if you claim me, I’ll be much better this time around..