OK, Im not a professional writer. Im not an editor or anyone else with a recognized expertise. Im a reader. I fell in love with the written word when I was eight years old and Ive been in love with it ever since. Ive read thousands of books, from just about every type you could name. Fiction and non-fiction, horror, science fiction, science fantasy and science fact, romance, history, religion, mystery, newspapers,

I wont be long, I promise. I just want to address a couple of things, thank you all for your support, and clarify some things where I may have left a wrong impression. First, the Thanks. Ive received a lot of e-mails and public comments on the original article. More of it, in fact, than I have for anything else Ive written. Nearly all of it has been kind, and most of it has been to agree with me.

I kind of like that; it lets me know what mood shes in. I gave her a key to my house for just such an occasion and she uses it from time to time. Finding me sleeping, she had let me rest while she did something nice for me. Thats not unusual for her; shes a nice girl, even when shes being bad with me. Two weeks ago she used that key to let herself in at about three in the morning. She came in, got undressed and slipped into bed with me, just because she wanted to. Im a heavy sleeper, so I didnt even notice. I woke up, a few hours later, a little confused to find her there because I didnt

For those who have read my previous entries about Gloria, this may come as a bit of a shock. I told you how we met and finally came to be lovers after a very long time of working together. I told you about our breakup and reconciliation. Then I told you nothing for a long time, and now Im telling you that she is retiring. For those who have never read my previous tales, let me sum up.

She has just turned forty, but before you make that mental image of her subtract ten years. She could easily pass for thirty. Shes kept herself fit and trim and she has the energy of someone at least ten years younger. When I met her a dozen years ago she still looked to be in her late teens instead of a woman approaching thirty. Shes not the big-breasted, long-legged woman that seems to be the norm in these stories. She is, in fact, only feet inches tall. I know because one of her catch phrases is, What I wouldnt give for one more inch, to be feet tall She has hair

Gloria, my secretary, my friend, my fantasy and now, my lover. I had known her for more than ten years and wanted her every day of it before I finally had her. I knew shed be good the first time I ever saw her, but I didnt think Id ever find out for sure. Shes married and happy to be. Even now, after weve fucked each other silly a number of times, shes still in love with her husband. And thats fine with me.

Like most young fathers I had hoped for my first to be a son. Someone to take to the ball games, and out on the boat to fish, and to teach what little I knew about cars. Things like that, but it didnt happen. Thats not to say that I was disappointed with what I got. No, the instant she came, not so gracefully, into this world I was in love with my Stephani. I learned to take care of her wants and needs right from the start, and delighted in them.

My mothers parents divorced when she was very young, then later they both remarried. Their new partners each had children from previous marriages and both new couples had children with each other. As a result, my mother has lots of step-brothers and step-sisters, and she also has half-brothers half-sisters and one Aunt Trisha and I werent like brother and sister, nor like aunt and nephew; we were more like the children of close friends. We would often play together during the day and once or twice a week I would be left at my grandmothers house or Trisha would be left at our house. Back then, almost fifty years ago, it was not unusual for us to sleep in the same bed.

My Aunt Trisha had come to live with me and we had found each other after secretly wanting to since early childhood. For any who are interested, you may read the original story of how this came about. The short version is that we were both eighteen years old, Trisha being only two months younger than me, and we were living in my first home. The night that we discovered we both wanted the same thing was one Ill never forget. Other similar nights followed, but I want to tell about one that was different.

Ive had this fantasy ever since I called it quits with Kathy. I thought it would always stay a fantasy, but it recently became real life. Before I tell you what it was, I have to tell you an important something that I only alluded to before. I have two sons from my first marriage, Bill and Steve. Remember, I said that Kathy accused me of wanting her for, among other things, my babysitter? Some of you might have caught on to it. It really wouldnt make much sense to be mad about that one if she were referring to