Mature thumbs

In fact I rather enjoyed mature thumbs, especially since Kelly and I were having less and less contact. It felt really good to be totally open, "normal" in every way. No one asked about our sexual life because everyone knew, or at least assumed. We tried to get friendly with Kelly and Judy, but she would have none of mature thumbs. Cathy kept asking me what in the world her problem was, and I could only shrug that I guessed she was jealous of what we'd had, what we'd been. "I don't think she's doing mature thumbs right," Cathy observed, "I don't think that's the way to do it." "So what is the right way?" I asked angrily. "Charlie," she said with surprise, "Please don't let's fight. I just think it's kinda up to me to show you that I can be a good lover too, not to put you in a cage. You can't change what you are or what you've been, you didn't mislead me, so I've come into this with my eyes wide open and I'm determined to make mature thumbs work! And with your mind I know better than to try to force you to do anything!" By the third week in October, Kelly and I had only spoken twice since my marriage. I was somewhat surprised when the phone rang in my office and I heard her voice. "How's mature thumbs going, Charlie?" she asked. To me her voice didn't have the same sparkle mature thumbs used to have. I remembered the day in the cafeteria when I'd thought her eyes looked pretty lifeless. "I'm going ok, Kelly. Damn, it's good to hear from you!" "Yeah, I know," she said, "It's been too long. You and Cathy adjusting all right?" "No problem, we're an old married couple now. How about you?" "Well," she said slowly, "We've had a few problems but we're ok now. Judy's job didn't work out so well so she quit. Charlie, we... uh... we're moving to Toronto.