My life and spank bank were full of taller, blonder, nicer women. How did I end up where I am with her and why do I stay here?Ms. J is not her name. S...he lives in apartment J, which is right above mine. It’s a classic three-story walkup: garden apartments below street level, a half-flight stoop that leads to my level, and a further full flight of stairs up to hers.When I first moved in, I introduced myself to the other tenants.“Hi, my name is Tom Fenner. I’m the new guy in F.” was enough to get. He looked down into my eyes. I saw was pure lust while he buried himselfinto my warmth. The younger doctor unfastened his pants to reveal a longer cock but not as thick. He walked to the edge of the table. I turned my head and took the tip in my mouth, sucking greedily. He began to pump his hips into my mouth while he ripped off his lab coat and unbuttoned his shirt. A light covering of hair on his chest was appealing but not nearly as appealing as the older doctors furry mass. They changed. I picked up a book entitled Magic by Swami dated 1923. It was a Friday night and I devoured Magic in one reading, it was mostly stage magic and slight of hand. After I read it and was putting the book into my bookcase, dropped it and a small, thin old checkbook slide out of the back page.There were three checks stapled together and a small thin red golfer's pencil. To this day I am not sure what compelled me. I opened the old checkbook and started to write on the check. "Tina is addicted to me. It's normal, male curiosity. So then let me ask you another question that you can feel free to answer honestly. What did you think?" Think?" I asked, a little slow to pick up what she meant."About my breasts," she said slowly, to make sure I understood. "I'd like your opinion of them."I paused, and she looked at me expectantly, adding, "your honest appraisal. I'm thirty-eight, I can handle it." Her eyes twinkled like Amy's."I don't know," I said. "My memory's fuzzy."I meant it as a joke, and.