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After staring at me a few seconds he called Julie a bitch again and then left.
I guess there's one thing I forgot to tell you that was irrelevant before but may be relevant to why he was so willing to do as I said. I'm 6'6", 260 pounds with arms that look like I can curl 110 pound dumbbells (because I can).
Julie was giddy as we brought all of her personal possessions down to the van, drove to the storage facility to store everything except for her clothes and jewelry, and went back to my condo. When we got back to my condo Julie put her arms around my neck and glared at me with her hypnotizing dichromatic eyes.
"Thank you so much, Jerry. I can't believe how nice and helpful you've been. However now I need a place to stay. Got any suggestions?"
"Let me think," I deadpanned, getting me a playful pinch on my nose. "Tell you what, you call John up right now, tell him that if he gives you a quickie divorce you won't press charges with the police, and then I'll let you sleep on my couch."
"You bastard," she laughed. She immediately got out her phone, called the asshole, and after she hit the "End" button on her phone she smilingly said "He jumped at the chance. Now get into MY bedroom; I was rudely interrupted while I was sucking a cock last night and I'm finishing it off."
Julie blew my mind that night, and almost every other day or night in the six months since then. We found out that we were compatible in every way in the real world, but especially sexually.
I dropped out of CarQwik and now only Julie and I use my Tesla. I consistently either walk away or decline to offer advice when friends or co-workers want to talk to me about their relationships. And at our wedding reception, as I was groping Julie out on the dance floor and she was looking up at me with her bewitching eyes, I thought to myself I'm back to heeding my guiding principles -- and this time there is no way I'm giving up on them, particularly #1, and especially since she's going off of birth control tomorrow.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 4 years agoFuck, what I would give to be 37 again. Stupid comments from anonymous wimps aside, I rather enjoyed the story. Was it perfect, perhaps not, but it was definitely enjoyable. I have enough really thanks, a nice story that draws me in and distracts me from real life is much appreciated. Thank you.
boatbummabout 7 years ago....I agree with others that the second part was rushed, and we needed a little more backstory from Julie.
That being said, wife beaters are the lowest form of life on earth, and deserve to be Bubba's little bitch in jail for a long time. Sadly, very few of them do unless they kill their victim.
I know this is a 5-year-old story, but anyone who thinks a 37-year old woman is " too old" to be hot and a tiger in the sack has a very sad life ahead of them.
