I thought maybe I should. I opened the phone and I replied ‘Topeka.’ ‘I thought you were going to be home tonight.’ I worked nights, and she ...knew my schedule. She also knew that on beautiful summer nights I enjoyed the solace of my pool. A pool that at the end of June was normally heated to a nice 85 to 86 degrees. ‘I’m on my way home, what’s up?’ ‘I’m at your house, I want to swim. I miss you.’ The phone rang. It was Heather. She explained she was at my house and she was getting ready to move. * A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.* A hangover is the wrath of grapes.* Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.* Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?* Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.* Reading while sunbathing makes you well red.* When two egotists meet, it’s an I for an I.* A bicycle can’t stand on its own because it is two tired.* What’s the definition of a will? (It’s a dead give away.)* Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.*. I could have as little or as much sex as I wanted, and whatever kind I wanted. I could have complete control over any situation. A boyfriend would feel entitled to make demands on my time, on my attention, to have some say in the relationship. What did I need that for when I could get everything I wanted at no cost? Maybe this wasn’t love and forever after, maybe it was just infatuation. Perhaps I had just been caught up in the moment. It was a most excellent moment to be sure, but a moment. She followed the move by straddling my thighs and coming down hard. Then I felt her greasy finger sliding into my ass crack. She was lubricating my ass hole! She really meant to fuck me! Oh, fuck! What the fuck did I do this time?She lifted up but didn't give me room to escape. Instead, she grabbed a pillow and shoved it roughly under my hips to raise my ass for her penetration. Her strong hand was planted in the middle of my back. Those slim arms were stronger than they looked. There was no.