The phone was on my side, and I sleepily picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Uh, can I talk to Nick?"
"This is Bob?"
"Yeah."
There it was: confirmation from the man of the hour. The man from Gay.com. In the flesh, ready to whack off, requesting the assistance of my husband. I handed the phone silently to Nick, who had tensed beside me. I rose, collected my tractable cat from the foot of the bed, grabbed my robe, and went downstairs to sob in the guest room. That was the last time we ever retired together to the same bed."Sorry to say, I do have a story to rival that one, although having read the book I'm not sure I can tell it as well as Rhoda. I definitely recommend that you pick up a copy of the book, and enjoy with a grand smile. Get a preview by hitting the link above and see Rhoda telling how she went home to recover he aplomb.
As for my story... more on that soon :)