B R U C E
Apparently, I need to get laid. I’m getting hard at the idea of owning some young thing who doesn't know what to do with a d**k.
I rub my eyes and try to think of the last time I had s*x.
Debra and I might have been married, but we never shared more than a quick embrace for public events.
All I’ve had to get me off over the years is my hand.
While we were married, the last thing I needed was some scandal about how our nuptials were a sham or that I was cheating.
After her father passed, we talked about getting a divorce, but we never got around to it with our busy schedules.
We never planned for anything in the event of something happening to either of us, and now I’m a widower...and apparently a stepfather.
Well, I guess I’m a stepfather for the next week or so. I ca
