Recommend Blogs: IN THE VIP Preparing to sell the place has brought back a flood of memories, none tastier than the private recollections of all the girls I've had here. Some were during the year when my wife and I were separated; most were right under her nose. Naturally I feel guilty about the philandering which I've carefully kept from her for nearly three decades, but I still thrill to the thought of each tasty young thing who I've had in our beach house. In the garage, in the outdoor shower, in the garden, in the bedroom. Let me tell you about some of them.
