"I had been thinking a lot about what Uncle Bunny had done for me. I didn't think I could do anything as great as what he'd done for me, but I knew I ...could try to do something. I was young, but I wanted to get started, slowly at first, then, after I knew what I was doing, increase things until I could make a significant impact."I want to help people adopt kids from the orphanage where I was raised. The ones that are ten years old or older." Don't they already have an adoption program? I'd be. “What? I thought you were an open minded woman, you write erotica, and not like my uptight parents.”I wasn’t sure what to say; I had nothing against the word cock, but hearing it from Katy’s mouth which I remembered smeared with vanilla ice-cream and now the image was of hot cum instead, didn’t sound right.“Katy, I’m sorry, I guess it’s hard for me to understand that you have grown up. And yes, I do miss sex.”She tilted her head a little and gave me a mischievous smile. “C’mon say it, say that. After all, Clara likes it when men appreciate her wit, and the man knows this. A joke became a back-and-forth, a back-and-forth became a conversation, and a conversation became a ‘may I sit with you?’ Clara is still Clara #4, but only until lunch time nears its end and Clara #4 becomes Clara #1. The man weighs his options and plays it safe, saying he liked chatting with her instead of outright asking when she’ll be there again. After all, the man knows she’ll be back again tomorrow anyway.. “So, where do we go from here?” Mary asked.“Our sex life has certainly kicked up a notch, hasn’t it?” he said, enjoying the casual manipulation below and realizing for the first time in a long time that he wasn’t necessarily being expected to go the distance. Now, that’s a neat thought – getting felt up and not being expected to go all the rest of the way. It came into his conscious mind for the first time that sometimes, sex was just too tiring. The fleeting thought hit him that some men.