Chapter 11Cole
Our second Sunday morning started just as nicely as our first. First it was attention to hygiene, then to the yapster. She didn’t yap much, in fact, which I’ll confess was a relief, because no matter how cute the dog is, a little yapping goes a long way. After Katzie was pacified, we returned to bed for some attention to our d***s.
Anyone who’s had more than a few s*x partners should have a pretty good understanding of what they do and don’t want in bed. I would, without a trace of shame, admit that my number was in the triple digits, despite my thirty years with Mario. Byron told me he’d racked up five or six dozen before meeting Anthony. Neither of us, in other words, had any fear of missing out. We’d been careful, we’d been lucky, and we’d had all the s*x we wanted to h
