Our relationship did not last that much long. It wasn’t destined to. It all ended badly with Espen losing his life and I myself being contested and ...warred for by his friends and cousins to be their next girlfriend. I hate to admit it. But as much as I hate it, I just have to acknowledge it. I feel like I am assuredly nice-looking. Beautiful even. No, I am not stuck- up or self-seeking or self-praising. I am not. At times I do look this plain and terribly ugly in the mirrors and photos—I cringe. “Let me guess first,” I said when it was over. “I think Wanda was my first.”Jim chimed in, “Yeah. Sandy was my first.”Wanda said, “You guys are too good at these games.”I responded, “Well, we’ve each been married to one of you for a year.”“That’s true.”Now came the big question that Jim and I had been looking forward to. I asked, “How would you two like to swap husbands tonight; just as an experiment?” We were assuming that both of them would be a little aroused from the games.They looked at. ” The stated reason for this policy is because “The animals will grow dependent on handouts and will not learn to take care of themselves.”That ends Today’s Lesson On Irony.New Retirement Job At Wal-Mart... To afford my ‘lifestyle’ I’ve been forced to seek employment to help pay the bills. In these tight economic times, you can’t really be too choosey about a job opportunity - You take what’s available when it’s available.I never saw myself as a sales clerk helping out in women’s clothing, but. "You know Leroy," I said, as I handed him another beer. "You gay guys may be onto something."There was a pause as we both protested an obvious foul made by the opposing team.I opened my beer before continuing. "I kinda envy your lifestyle Leroy. Refrigerator full of beer, you can leave the toilet seat up, and the TV is always tuned to ESPN. Hell, if it wasn't for the sex with guys part, I'd be gay."Leroy smiled before stuffing a massive handful of chips into his mouth. "Hell, Ron you could.