The one time I got married was to a very handsome man who loved his mirror and was closer to his mother far more than to me. After two more disasters ...I quit dating. It wasn't worth the trouble.I wanted a strong man who was also capable of love and tenderness. I dreamed I would one day find that special man who was gentle and tender, even mushy sometimes, yet strong inside. These delicate, "sensitive" men left me cold. Like any other normal woman, I wanted to feel protected when I was with my. It was as well for Clemmy she didn't know what else he had set his heart on!After making love, they dressed and went for a late night walk around the few places of any interest and James heard Clemmy gasp in surprise as they passed a crowded bar."What's the matter, dear?" I saw Rashumba in that bar. And she saw us. My golly, but she looked really venomous. Her face might be on the mend, but her pride still looks pretty wounded! I wonder how she ended up here? Whatever happened to her, she's. He had no idea why someone would be honking so early in the morning but stopped wondering about it when his bladder told him it needed relieving. As he stood holding his cock in his hand pissing he realized that it was sticky from last nights activity. A smile stretched his lips as he climbed into the shower to rinse off. Leaving his boxers on the floor he padded back into his room and crawled back into bed. Two hours later he woke again but didn't want to go downstairs where he would run into. ." and here she paused again, searching for an appropriate euphemism. "...excited?" she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My mind raced. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance or would forcing her to clarify only make things worse? Could I just deny it outright, or was that tantamount to calling her ugly or, even worse, a freak? This was a verbal minefield she'd dropped me in to. I decided I.