I was on the back deck once and he walked right by me, and the shaky old floor never creaked or seemed to move. He was within three feet of me and gon...e before I even knew he was there.Of course we were intrigued. We made up wild stories about him.He was a hitman laying low, or an ex Navy Seal hiding from the Taliban. He was in witness protection. He was a cop, he was a mobster, and so on. We nicknamed him the Gray Ghost.We had just about worked up the nerve to talk to him when an incident. “What?”“It’s kind of embarrassing.” She admitted.“I won’t judge you, honey.”“I just don’t like the school I’m in.”“Well, that’s not that embarrassing.”“It’s the students and teachers.” “What about them?”“They all hit on me and what’s worse is that now that female teachers look at me like it’s my fault. Everything is just so weird now.”“Did anyone touch you in a creepy way?”“No, but I’m not gonna wait for that to happen.” She says as she’s answering a phone call. I thought about where we would. The evening turned disastrous however when they got into a petty argument on the way home and Ron ended up sleeping on the couch while Jennifer cried herself to sleep.She could see her marriage beginning to crumble. She tried talking with Ron the following morning, but he seemed preoccupied and left for the office saying he really didn't want too talk about it now.It seemed to her that Ron was showing no more interest in her now, than she had been showing in him since beginning to use Jip so. I intended to start first with a small amount of pee, just to see where it would go. But once I started, I was unable to stop the flow. A torrent came through the mesh, spreading in all directions on my body.I predicted this would happen, so I jumped into the shower and rinsed myself clean. Then I went to bed. I slept well, content with the new-found control over my sex. In my sleep, I touched the mesh and felt reassured by its presence, even though otherwise I couldn’t feel it. It was really.