Then Fifteen. All to watch a two or three minute video of me masturbating?The fifteen minutes became thirty, and I wondered if perhaps I had offended ...her. Perhaps she wouldn’t respond, and she would forever remain just an avatar and a screen name.I worried that I would never see her face. That was the bottom line for me. It’s one thing to exchange erotic stories, it’s still another thing to exchange emails and instant messages. All of these cross lines and venture from anonymity into intimacy. She gives me a little wink and we part our ways. No way I am going to fall into her little plan of attention, only to go home and have to take care of myself. There has been too much of that lately, and tonight I’m looking for a sure thing. As I leave I see her standing like she is waiting for something. She turns to me and asks me out onto the dance floor. I ask her what about all her admirers and she tells me they will still be there when we are done taking or spin around the floor. She. Went steady all the way into our early 20s, then got married. God, she was gorgeous. Looked twenty-something since junior high. She used to buy us beer. Never needed an I.D. with those tits. Nobody behind the liquor counter ever suspected any teenage girl would be sporting a set of double-Ds like hers, and that sandy blonde hair, that smile... damn.She was a wild one, but as soon as Molly was born, things started to change. She never really lost the baby weight, and felt kinda self-conscious. "I need to be in a better frame of mind before I commit to anything,"That was two days ago. I had found Katherine on a Friday night and now here it was Sunday afternoon and we hadn't said much to each other all weekend. I was still somewhat buoyed by things though, because every now and then, as we passed each other in and out of rooms, Katherine would ask me a question."What kind of dirt are you looking for?" I know you are a big man, but you might want to start carrying a weapon for.