I’d gotten over my ex-wife, Georgia, quite quickly. But missing the boys was another matter entirely. Terry and Matt were eleven and nine respectiv...ely, and I wondered how often they thought of me. We had been surreptitiously in contact by e-mail, but there was little else in the way of communication. Phone calls were met with excuses that the boys were in bed, or out playing with friends, or some other reason they couldn’t come to the phone. My ex-wife and her new husband had promptly moved. As I passed to her safekeeping my procreative frontline, she pulled her face away from me slightly andsmiled rather prettily. “You love me don’t you?” It came across as halfstatement, half question.“Now don’t start jumping to conclusions wench,” Imuttered, trying to slip one hand down her cleavageagain as I uttered the words.She pulled my hand out swiftly. “Be serious,” she said.“You do love me right??”I saw immediately the foolishness. They were in Marlene’s bedroom. They looked at each other and smiled. The sex had been good. They were both horny, not having seen each other for a few weeks. Louise was a secretary with the military and lived on the base. Marlene owned a shop which sold tea, spices, and other substances which were not legal everywhere. They had known each other for about 6 months. Marlene had been in Indochina for 10 years now, taking over the shop from her mother who had gone back to France. Louise had only. “I was just one of many. Clare had sex with multiple partners, right in front of her boyfriend.”There were so many things I needed to teach my poor ignorant friend. Where should I start?“First off, you went next to last, correct?” I asked.He just nodded.“Think about it. I bet you can figure out how many people you had sex with,” I said, and I could tell I needed to be clearer. “No condom, remember?”He gave me a sour look. Clare had made a point that she wanted everyone to cum in her.“That’s not.