“Are you going to put Randy to bed?” Bob asked.

“I will in a few minutes, I think he is still watching his show.” I said looking over at Randy.

“You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get to watch his cartoons.” Bob said while looking down at him.

When you are married with children, every night seems the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That is about all that changes when you are married with children.

“Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.” Randy said as he watched the cartoon.

“He better run before the dog catches him.” I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.

“That dog will eat him for a snack!” Bob said.

“Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.” Randy said.

The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.

“It looks like the cat is no gone.” Bob said while raising up from the chair.

“No, he is hiding from the dog.” Randy explained.

Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him. This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a hospital.

“It looks like neither of them won.” Randy said looking up from the TV.

“Looks like you need to get ready for bed.” I told Randy.

“But, maybe there will be another cartoon on after this one.” Randy said glued to the TV.

“There is no more cartoons after this one.” Bob said.

“How do you know?” Randy asked.

“Because, they are going to show a movie next. Didn't you see the commercials for it?” Bob asked.

“I guess not.” Randy said somewhat depressed.

“Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready for bed.” I told Randy.

Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff, but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.

“I'm going to get ready for bed too.” Bob yelled as he walked down the hallway.

A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he went to bed.

I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing. He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure, I don't understand that one.

I got ready and I laid in bed.

“Why don't you put that magazine away?” I said as I laid next to him.

“Why?” Bob asked.

“Because, I want you to pay some attention to me.” I said back to him.

“Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.” Randy said running into the room.

“I'm sure nothing is down stairs.” Bob said putting the magazine away.

“Why don't you go check?” I asked.

“Yeah Daddy, go check.” Randy said.

“I'll go check, but you better be getting to bed.” Bob told Randy.

Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside. I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe it isn't such a good idea.

“What was down there?” Randy asked afraid.

“It was the dog. Get back to bed.” Bob said.

Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything. I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.

“What a fucking long day.” I said as I lit a cigarette.

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My friend Tabitha and I are whores. I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care less what you think about it. After all, I'm sure some of you have been to whores as well. We get all kinds of clients from all over the world. You wouldn't believe how busy our days are. The trick to our success is, we only work in pairs. If a customer wants one of us, they have to get both of us. Most men really like the idea of being with two women. I haven't heard any complaints yet about it.

Eric, a customer of ours called me up on my cell phone. He asked if we could swing by where he works. Him and his friend Jim wanted a little action. I told him that we could be there in an hour. Eric said that would be fine and said to just walk in, the garage door would be open. Eric is one of our best customers. He will call us up at least once per week. Him and Jim chip in together to get our services. I really don't care, as long as we get our money. I don't know why Eric calls us though. Even Jim for that matter. They are both good looking guys with good jobs. I'm sure they could find women that would put out when they asked. Tabitha said that they might be boyfriends. You know, bisexual. They both like women, but they like men even more. That kind of makes sense to me. I have caught Eric looking at Jim while he fucked me before. But, I can't imagine that two handsome men like that would be like that. You never know though, nothing surprises me these days.

Tabitha said that she wanted to pick up something to eat before we went over to the garage. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she wanted to go out for a burger. I was hoping that she would go back to her house and cook us something. I'm not much of a cook myself. I can boil water without many problems, but that is about it. You can't eat hot water! Though, it is good for scrubbing the floor when it is really dirty. We got burgers and sat in the car and ate them. Tabitha said that her burger tasted like it was over cooked. Mine tasted fine, but they did put a lot of mayo on it. I don't understand why these places load the sandwiches up with mayo. I don't mind a little bit, but I don't want so much on the sandwich that it drips out of the sides.

We finished our burgers and I went over to the gas station to get some mints. I never thought to ask them to not put onions on my sandwich. I ate a few mints and Tabitha said she couldn't smell onions on my breath. It isn't a long drive over to the garage. It only takes about ten minutes, depending on traffic. We have some customers that are about an hour or so drive away. We make them pay extra if we have to drive over to their place. They don't mind, in fact we service one older guy who says that we are the only whores that he gets. He says that one of these days his ticker will go out on him because we are way too good in bed. I don't know about that, but any old man who can handle two women is something else. Most old guys that I know wouldn't be able to get it up for five minutes, let alone last as long as this guy can. Tabitha thinks he might use Viagra, but I don't know about that. I would be pretty surprised if he did.

As soon as we go there, Jim and Eric came out. They were looking good as they normally do. I really don't know what to make of them being bisexual or not. Sometimes I think they might be. I mean, they are two really good looking men that take care of themselves. I've never known a straight man to take care of themselves the way that they do. Jim told me that I would be his piece of ass tonight. I batted my eye lashes and told him that I would be his piece of ass any night that he asked me to be. Jim got a kick out of that. Tabitha walked up to Eric and felt up his cock. Eric smiled at her and I thought that Jim was watching her like a hawk. Maybe I was reading into it more than I should have. I don't know.

I got on my knees and started sucking on Jim's cock. All Jim could do was look down at me and smile. There wasn't much else that he could do. I'd like to think that I can suck a cock the way a man likes it. I've sucked so many cocks, that I can't even keep them all straight. I used to keep track how many different customers that we used to have, but I don't any more. Some come and go so fast that you forget their name. I think I counted up about two hundred men that we have had sex with in the past. That number might be a little low.

“You do your best work on your knees,” Jim said looking down at me.

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“I'll take a pack of Camel cigarettes.” I told the clerk.

“Would you like soft pack or box?” The clerk asked.

“I'll take them in a box please.” I replied.

“That will be three dollars even.” He said while punching buttons on the cash register.

I laid three dollars down and walked away.

“Thank you ma'm.” The clerk said as he took my money off of the counter.

I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of my nostrils. I hadn't had a cigarette in a few hours. My hand shook from withdraw. The smoke felt harsh going into my lungs, but it tasted good. It tasted good because I knew it was going to calm my nerves.

I took a few more drags off of my cigarette. About half way through the cigarette, my nerves calmed down. Isn't it strange how needing a cigarette wrecks your nerves? I haven't been able to figure that one out.

“Another fucking lonely Saturday.” I said out loud as I threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

I lit another cigarette and felt guilty. I felt guilty because I was chain smoking. I can remember when my grandpa used to chain smoke Lucky Strikes. All he would do is smoke cigarettes. He even smoked while he ate. I guess I lit another one because I was full of self pity. I didn't want to spend the weekend alone again.

I sat down on the curb near the side of the store. I know the guy who owns the place, so I wasn't worried about having the cops called on me. He has been a family friend for years. When I was growing up, everyone would hang out at the store. Sometimes the owner would even give us free candy. That used to make our days.

“Hey Cindy.” A voice said from a distance.

I couldn't tell who it was or where it was coming from. It sounded so far away, I assumed they were talking to someone else.

“Cindy, over here.” I heard.

I looked over and he said. “It's me Mark.”.

I hadn't seen Mark in ages. We grew up together and he moved off to go to some fancy college. It always seems to end up that way. No one ever stays in this town, unless they get married when they are young.

“Mark, is that you?” I shouted while running up to his car.

“The one and only.” He said.

“How long has it been?” I asked.

“I don't know. Five years maybe?” Mark said after pausing to think.

I always had a crush on Mark. He is cute, in a nerdy way. I like the strange geeky kind of guys.

“What are you doing tonight?” Mark asked.

“Nothing.” I replied after taking a puff off of my cigarette.

“Would you like to go to the drive in and get something to eat?” Mark asked.

“I'd love to!” I said.

“Get in.” Mark said right before he unlocked the passenger side door.

“This town never changes. It is just the way it was five years ago.” Mark said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“You know it. Everyone is gone but me.” I joked.

“It seems that way. All of my high school buddies have left. I was surprised to see you here.” Mark said.

Mark put on his turn signal and drove out of the parking lot. I wasn't sure where he was going. The drive in is on the other side of town.

“Fuck! I think I made a wrong turn.” Mark said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, but if you take a left at the light, we can get there. Then you need to go straight for about a mile and take another left on Main Street.” I said using my finger to show him what I meant.

“You look better than ever.” Mark said as he looked me over.

“I lost a lot of weight. I used to be pretty chubby in school.” I said.

“You lost weight, but you didn't loose those nice tits of yours.” Mark said.

What?” I asked shocked.

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Here is a story that all of you girls out there will be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for the past ten years. He is a great man. Well, most of the time he is. He has had the same job for fifteen years and all that jazz. You know how good men are, they like to keep the same job and they make sure the gas tank is always filled in the car.

We have been trying to have a baby for the past few years. I have wanted a family since I was a little girl. I'm sure you know how it is, you play with dolls and you dream one day you will have a real baby. But, it has never happened. I am almost to the point where I am sick of trying.

Sex isn't what it used to be. Actually, we don't have sex very often these days. We might have it if Stan watches some porn or something, but that is about it. We started going to a marriage therapist. Her name is Dr. Phonic. I have never heard of such a strange last name. Stan didn't want to go, but I said that we should go. I want to have a normal sex life.

Well, to make this story short… We talked to Dr. Phonic and he said the reason why he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore is, he feels that it is too clinical. The doctors told us all of these methods we should try to get pregnant. We were to do it at certain times of the day. We were to do it in certain positions. Stan said all of this made him feel like his was doing a medical procedure and not having sex.

I guess I can understand what he is talking about. I don't feel that way, because I didn't allow myself to feel that way. I never looked at it as being a medical procedure, but an act of love between the two of us. Just because we were trying to have a baby, doesn't mean there isn't any love involved. I guess Stan got so wrapped up in the positions and all of that, that he forgot why we were doing it.

I've never felt that my marriage was in jeopardy. I never felt like Stan stopped loving me. I need to be loved just like any other woman out there. I have needs, I have desires that need to be met. I want Stan to do these things for me. The problem as you know, Stan stopped doing it. It really did a number on me. I went through all of the normal stuff that women go through. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, or maybe he stopped finding me attractive. But, now I know it is none of those things.

The Dr. Phonic suggested that we have a romantic dinner. I thought it was a great idea. Stan on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea. It seems like every chance we get to be close to each other, we tries to sneak out of it. But, I had a plan.

I knew that if I could get him to the beach, he would go for a romantic dinner. Not because he wanted to be around me, but because he wanted to see all of the hot women in their skimpy swimsuits. Yes, I do get jealous when he looks at these women. But, I had to do something. Sometimes you have to tempt the animal so it can fall into your trap.

I cooked up a great meal. I fried some chicken, I made some of my famous pasta salad. When I make pasta salad I just cook the noodles, throw in some cubed chicken breast, some veggies, and top it all off with some Italian salad dressing. It is so easy to prepare and Stan loves it. I made some baked beans and I also baked a pie. I made sure that it was apple pie, Stan's favorite.

I knew there was no way he could refuse this meal. Everything was his favorites. Put that on top of the hot babes and there was no way he could refuse. I know my Stan very well.

Stan agreed to go to the beach and we went. I made sure that we were right in the view of some really hot babes. I'm not into women, but I know when kind of a woman men like to look at. They like women with nice big tits and round plump asses. Let me tell you, there were plenty of women who fit that kind of bill at the beach. I did feel a little on the jealous side, but I just kept telling myself this was for us.

“I haven't seen a rack that nice in years.” Stan said while eating a chicken leg.

“I knew you would be looking at them right away.” I said.

“You know me, I love seeing women on the beach.” Stan said with his mouthful.

Yes I did know. That is why I brought him to the beach. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I knew that if I did, he would feel like I was trying to manipulate him or something.

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