.. which was the far less fun part for me. After a couple months, she wanted to know more about my interests and fetishes and so I told her about my ...interest in sharing my girls with other guys. Initially she said that was crazy. But the more I told her about how I'd done it with other girls I think it started to seem less and less outlandish to her. While I had shared most of my girls with my close friends she was really not up for that. She did however have a close friend of her own. It. "Hello?" Hi," the voice was cheerful."Hi," I said, trying to sound just as cheerful to the mother of my children."Is Janie there? I have something to tell her?" Ah ... no, she's gone skiing." What? Janie doesn't ski, why did you let her go? What time is it? When did she leave? Who did she go with?" Eric, she went with Eric, she left a note on the refrigerator," I said, answering the only question that I knew the answer to."Eric? The boy she's been seeing?" That's what the note says, Eric." Its. I found a nice bench with a nice westerly view; the sunset, still a few hours away would be very nice indeed. A few young boys passed on bikes a sped away into the distance. An elderly couple passed me and greeted me in very friendly manner. I dozed off for a few minutes, the warm sun on my face was very comforting and pleasant. I thought about the evening and what it would bring, I was planning an early nite. I dozed off suddenly I felt the bench shake; a young man sat down at the other end of. It's like I'm not even there or he isen't there. I sit his food down on the table infront of him, he will finish reading what ever he is reading, set the paper down, eat, get a cup of coffee, pick up the paper, and out the door, without a word the whole time he is here." I can not see him not looking at you even, as pretty as you are." Yea right, me pretty or beautiful. Thank you for say that, but I do not think I'm all that good looking any more, since he doesn't look at me any more. I've.