What's the matter Gary, don't you want me to go with you?" No, it's not that." Then what is it?" You never go so when Carl Akers told me he was settin...g up a three day deep sea fishing trip I told him to count me in." So?" Sweetie, you were sea sick five of the seven when we went on that cruise two years ago and that was on a large cruise ship on a basically calm sea." So you go fish and I'll lay on the beach and get a simply marvelous tan." You sure? You won't get pissed at me for going away. Back in November, I’d made the mistake of going home for Thanksgiving. At the end of the no-sexathon week I told my family I couldn’t make it back at the end of December. Instead, I took my own sex vacation and hopped around from motel to motel and city to city in search of intense nasty sex in public or semi-public places. I discovered rest stops and truckers. I answered adds and ran my own. I paid for Femme-Dom training and had myself pegged with strap-ons while dressed like a whore. . The feel of both garments against my skin wasso delectable and the lingering smell of Auntie's perfume from whenshe'd worn them - I'd got them out of her laundry hamper - was enough todrive me wild. Oh, what must it be like, to be Auntie I thought, to feelthe tug of her hose on her legs, caressing them. To wear layers ofpetticoats to hold her dress straight out from her body in the Fiftiesstyle that she preferred to wear. The figure-hugging dress that fellover her voluptuous figure and down. Cox left the kitchen. Boris used the scissors to cut the sleeve off Mrs. Cox’s broken arm.“Jake, will she feel it when I set the bone?” Boris asked.“Yes.”“Good.”Annie came running in, carrying a pillowcase.“This is the best I could find.”“Fold it a few times,” Boris said, “and then press it against Jake’s knife wound. Hold it there until I tell you to stop.”Then Boris began to apply traction to the broken arm. Jake looked away. The thought of bones moving around in Mrs. Cox’s arm made Jake feel.