. I don’t even know. Isn’t that pathetic?” She smiled sadly. “I haven’t been with anyone for months since my husband ... well, even before t...hat there wasn’t much going on, and so ... I don’t really know.” She looked around even more lost than before. I smiled and rubbed her arm gently, trying to ease her mind a little. “Well,” I said, “maybe I can help you with that.”She stared at me for a moment, as everything in her wanted to protest and run away. Still, in the end curiosity overcame her. I jog because it's a great way to meet men. Sex is my real work out exercise.You see, while jogging I can really scout hem out. I pay close attention, not only to their physique but also to their stamina and most importantly, how they exercise. Do they jog like me or maybe play an early match of Football, or are they shooting hoops? When I find a victim, I make my move. How? Well, you just wait and see.I'll tell you this though. There's a lot to be learned from the way a guy works out, in. So I spent the rest of the day and all day Saturday at the plant.Sunday I decided to goof off and take care of household chores, go for a run and stuff like that.As I was sitting, listening to some blues, that's what was fitting my mood with Red gone, I remembered her letter and the suggestion to go to the Sixth Street Bar. So I showered and changed and went there for dinner.Like last time I was sitting at the bar when Cindy walked up to me, put her arm around my shoulder and said "Hey, I. When I knocked, the door was opened by a girl of 20-21, good-looking, I would say - a typical student. She said that her mom is at home, but do not worry if it's just say that I had an old friend from out of town. Vick led me to his room and asked him to wait. She returned to the beacons without a bra and short shorts, her nipples stuck out and I was beginning to institute. We sat and talked for a while I began to realize that this evening ended for me rough sex. I offered to give her a.