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But most of all, he loved that he could
do whatever he pleased without his wife knowing about it.
    "So do you come here often?" he said
to the girl next to him in the bar. She turned her head and smiled. She had a
nice smile, he thought to himself. And her hair was gorgeous. How old was she?
Twenty-five? Yeah that was about it. Was she a hooker? He never could tell.
Discretely he leaned back in the bar stool and glanced at her from behind.
    Nice piece of ass.
    She was wearing a very short, tight dress that
showed how well-shaped her body was. Martin liked that a lot. He ordered another
whiskey and looked at her. "You want another one?" he asked her.
    She nodded. "Chardonnay," she said.
    "And a Chardonnay for the lovely young
lady."
    The bartender brought them their drinks and they
sipped them in silence. Martin had picked many women up in bars all over the
country, even in Thailand when he went there on business every now and then as
well. But this one was better than most he had met. He shook his head and stole
a glimpse down her cleavage. Oh how he loved young breasts. Voluptuous and
plump. That was the way he preferred them. Martin was a breast man. Lots of his
colleagues liked the ass more, but Martin didn't. He liked to take their
breasts in his mouth and suck on the nipples, he liked to just feel them
between his hands and squeeze them. Oh, he was getting a boner just thinking
about it.
    His wife Marie had ugly breasts. They were nice
back when they first met, but now after they had the three kids, they were flat
and hanging and … well they simply didn't get him excited anymore the way they
just dangled there. Martin had told Marie that he would happily pay for her to
have them done, but she had refused. Slowly, over the years, the sex had gone
from bad to worse to nothing at all. They simply stopped desiring each other.
Or at least Martin stopped desiring Marie. He couldn't speak for her or even
remotely know what went on in her mind anymore. It seemed that all she did was
to yell at him the moment he set foot in the house. So eventually, he did that
less and less. He kept coming up with excuses for staying away from the house.
Working late, going on a trip, a business meeting downtown that went into a
dinner meeting. Stuff like that. And once he finally stepped inside the house,
he hurried to the bathroom where he sat for an hour or so reading on his phone
or playing Candy Crush, just to avoid Marie and the screaming kids. It had
gotten so bad that there were days when he drove into the driveway and stood
outside the window of the house looking into the living room, then turned around
and decided to go for a drive for a couple of hours, just to avoid them.
    The business trips were what kept him going. As
a salesman, he travelled all over the world meeting with potential clients and
it suited him fine to be almost constantly on the road these days.
    "So, you never answered my question,"
he said.
    "What was that?" The woman asked.
    "I asked you if you came here often."
    The girl smiled again. "I thought it was
just a pick-up line."
    Martin chuckled. "I guess it was. I'll try
something else instead." He leaned over and spoke with a low voice.
"So what do I call you when I want to scream out your name during my
orgasm?"
    The girl chuckled. It was a good sign. Not all
girls liked that line. Martin laughed too, then leaned over the bar and drank
from his whiskey, imagining going down on the girl next to him.
    "You can call me Barbara," she said,
licking her teeth.
    "Well Barbara," he said tasting her
name. "I'm Martin. I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful
friendship."

12
August
2012
    By dinnertime,
I was starving after playing outside all day with
Julie. The weather had been great, so we had played hide and seek in the small
forest, then dipped our feet in the lake and looked at all the many fish in the
water. After grabbing lunch, we took out a blanket and some books for Julie to
read and we laid in the