”“I’m not late, I just need to go.”“OH - I SEE ... You’re more than welcome to use my bathroom. I promise I won’t molest you,” she was... laughing as she stood.When she walked ahead of me, I could tell she’s a few years older than Mom. She’s still very attractive - though she’s lost every battle she’s ever fought, in The Fat Wars. I mean every damn one of those battles too.I came close to giving her a second lease on her body - but caught myself - and decided to stop meddling in other people’s. "If you want. I can swing by and pick you up. Are you going to be here?" he asked."I promise," she replied solemnly.He looked at her trying to see the pulse throb against the skin of her neck. He was trying to read the telltale signs of a lie on her flesh. He found none, just a fervent need to be believed."I'll be here then."Dana was waiting for him in the driveway as he pulled up. She was almost in the car before it came to a complete stop. Her seatbelt was clicked and her fingers were curled. We had been sleeping together for 16 nights, and I will admit that I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never did, so I just enjoyed our 16-night prelude to married life. That first night we were together was typical of all of the nights. I had known several women prior to jumping to this new world, so I knew what the differences were between male and female flesh and how to interact. Oh, I was no expert, for I had a lot to learn, but my bride was a virgin, so she had even more to. She’s dated men of all ages, including my old high school principal, who’s in his 70s, my oldest brother John, who just turned 60, the local police chief, and plenty of other single men that have all lined up to get their chance with her. This doesn’t count the married men she’s been fucking around with, including my husband.D.J. admitted to sleeping with Brenda a couple of times when I was traveling for work. That didn’t really bother me, except for the fact that he said when he brought up the.