. I guess other guys could’ve saved them too.”Chad ran his hands through this hair. “Oh my God, I don’t believe this....”“Listen—”“...How much were you sleeping around?”“Sleeping around?” I said. “I resent that—”“What the hell else would you call it?”“You and I weren’t together back then. You wouldn’t even talk to me. You wouldn’t return my calls or texts or e-mails or anything. And it wasn’t for my lack of trying. So what the fuck was I supposed to do?”“FUCK YOU!”I froze in my tracks. . “Well, I seem to recall that even tight-assed jeans can be taken off,” I whispered.She kissed me hard and passionately, almost desperately. “Take them off me, Helen. Take them off”I looked into Jeanie’s face for any sign of apprehension, of nervousness or fear. There was none. Her eyes were soft, wide open and beckoning.“Please take them off.”She stood quietly in the center of the Livingroom as I unbuttoned the waist of her jeans, pulled the zip all the way down and eased her jeans open to. Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did feel bad. I thought you were married, thats why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. Ive never lost a spouse, but I imagine its hard to say that theyre gone, that youre not married anymore and to take off the ring. Yes, I smiled at him. Are you doing ok? I mean, are you feeling better about not wearing it? Yes, it was time. My daughter took me out on New Years. She tried to help me move on. I guess in some ways it worked. We smiled at. I knew from experience that others in the cave would take the containers and scoop out any remaining content, to rub it on themselves, their friends, or their spontaneous partners. The aphrodisiac was thoroughly reliable, especially in the presence of the weed-smoke, as I knew from experience.The girls picked up the jugs then. I could only see those near me, but I felt it when the liquid in them started to fall on me, the precious juice dribbling slowly over my back, neck, legs and buttocks. I.