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I keep ates, where a sea of housewives have gathered I pretend not to notice the looks I’, but it’s hard I feel like a celebrity So but subtle In fact, two of the at my crotch, and I’m sure both of them are married

I’d heard the ruossip and all It was a little bit disconcerting how everyone stopped talking whenever I walked into a roouys would be happy to have wo themselves at them, I think I preferred it when the size ofup whether or not to go out with me

I never thought I’d say this, but I’ more than to see if I “fit” in Yes, one woman had actually said that to ht when the wo stitches in a rather delicate area Apparently, sex withbirth, without the rewards of a baby If that didn’t killwould

“You knohat you need to do,” my best friend, Dan, had said

“What?” I asked suspiciously Nearly everything Dan came up as a bad idea

“No sex on the first three dates” He held his hands out triumphantly “There, I said it”

It actually wasn’t a bad idea, because at least then, it would weed out the ones ere only interested in one thing I et the fact that I was a single dad who’d lostscene was all new toto feel like Cinderella, only it wasn’t a shoe I was trying to squeeze intoI leave the school with three new nu any of theave o as I pleased, which worked really hen it caht that I lovedput into action still gave oose bumps

Anna Hot,about her Where the fuck had I been? She was so fucking cute with her aard co nearly every ti her upend herself in her driveway had been hilarious And then to turn up two hours later for dinner, s like strawberries? God, who knew strawberries could be so sexy

I can think naughty things about Anna, but I’d never go there Way too much to lose and all that Still, she’s nice to think about, and I’ she couldn’t look me in the eye It was either that or…

Oh, crap The ruht of what she’s probably heard about me

Shirley, my assistant, smiles at me as I sit down at my desk

“Long day already?” she asks, with a syrin

“You kno it is,” I chuckle “Just dropping the kids off at school, I had to wade through the countless propositions froet back to my car”

“Oh, poor you,” teases Shirley

She lets out a hearty laugh that I can’t help but echo Shirley is like a second randparent In her fifties, she's been my assistant for the last ten years She was the last person my wife hired for me I don't knohat I'd do without her often-crazy advice

“You knohat I think?” she asks, looking at lasses

“I' to tell me,” I say with an ato be this time

“You need to think outside the box,” she says with a shrug

“Thanks, but I don't think the box is the problem,” I joke

She laughs “Think outside this town, Nick Why limit yourself to what Keeley's Island has to offer when fifteen minutes in the car can have you in the est cities in the state? Go out on the town and meet solances at roan and hunch forward because the last thing I want her thinking about is that