They run and workout in the gym several times a week. Dot is a retired Phys Ed teacher and still teaches an aerobics class once a week. She has a ...figure a teen-age girl would die for. Rock hard abs and nice medium sized, perky tits that have just a little sag to them. One day recently Jim called to ask if I would like to have lunch because he wanted to discuss something with me. When we met he said that Dot was acting a little strange and he didn’t quite know what to make of it. She. Oh boy was that going to be a mess. I knew that she’d run out of burnable money in just over a year, and be living on food stamps and not working. That part was easy to deal with. I’d just let her suffer in her own stupidity. But, with my sisters, I wanted to make sure they saw her for the monster she was. Problem was, she didn’t treat them as bad as she treated me. I’d have to gather evidence to prove otherwise. A recording device could help, but something that was small, portable, and usable. Woodhouse seeming to let the knowledge sink in. He swallowed and cast me a sharp stare. "Well, Tyballa, shall we go see her?"Mr. Woodhouse and I stood on opposite sides of the bed gazing down on the girl – she didn't look like Renee. She was a pale, broken thing with tubes and wires coming from her and running to a strange beeping machine by her bed. A nurse entered and checked the readings on the machine. Then she jotted something down on a clipboard and left."So, Tyballa, you told the. She asked Tom if he could think of why his three best friends all lost interest in their wives to the point of sexual abandonment. Tom thought about his friends. Guys don't talk too openly about sex that way. He didn't think the guys were cheating, but they were way into golf. Maybe too into golf. Tom decided to snoop a little.After a round of golf, Tom started talking to his friends over a few beers. He steered the conversation to life with k**s and how it made it hard to find time to be with.