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He planned, saved, and invested well to live comfortably for the rest of his life on his pension and dividends from his substantial investments. During his days in the Corps, and always a gentleman, he considered most single women in social settings as trouble to be avoided whenever possible, aside to satisfy a man’s hard-wired needs. He was content with this arrangement and enjoyed the freedom of being a bachelor. He had many amicable trysts; with shall we say “good time gals” and avoided the long-term relationship with the marrying types of women. Upon retirement, John moved back home to the family farm to repair, remodel, and upgrade the building on the old homestead. The most labor-intensive was striping and sanding, staining and varnishing the wide-wood floors, woodwork, and trim inside the farmhouse. The remodeling was almost complete except for minor wiring and painting in three of the four upstairs bedrooms. The sparsely furnished rooms he was using were the kitchen, bathroom, and his bedroom; the rest were empty. In his bedroom was a king-size bed, and to John, it was a sex competition decadent, although a much-appreciated luxury. The new oak bed, matching dressers; Hudson Bay wool blankets, plus a thick and plush down comforter were a housewarming gift from his sister. There was also a mint garage-sale oak and red canvas director’s chair he picked up for a song. He had a second-hand reading lamp beside a state-of-the-art shortwave radio on Hot Cum Competition a perfectly good bedside maple table someone left at the curb. There was an old wicker laundry basket by the radiator. His grandmother’s maple Colonial kitchen table and chairs were in the kitchen. Most of what he owned, which isn’t much, was in storage in the small barn. Unfortunately, the new hot water tank’s heating element was defective, necessitating cold showers and boiling water on the stove for doing the dishes. John decided to return the tank, still under warranty, and install hot water on demand. John was restless that March, and he didn’t know why. He was finally home and back to his roots. He reconnected with many of his old classmates, friends, and neighbors who still lived in the area. John decided he needed a woman. His last was a month ago in Erie, PA, with a hot, buxom, redhead real estate agent, in her early thirties; Janet Stone, recently divorced. Janet was prime real estate to plow. He plowed Janet that the entire weekend. Janet was also one hell of a cook and discreet. They both got what they wanted. I don’t tell; you don’t tell, and no strings attached. They had asswink bbw ebony solo competition a mutual agreement. “Call me when you are in town, John,” and he did, he called her on Tuesday, confirmed their tryst, and planned to drive there for a weekend of carnal delight. 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