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Thank you for the interest in my stories.
As requested here's another story about My Girls.
If you'd read other stories about My Girls, skip the intro and go straight to the story. While the following story can stand alone, you might enjoy it more if you read My Girl-Sue Ann and My Girl-Sandy first.
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Intro
I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved.
I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you.
I've had the chance to meet some amazing women in my life. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. The stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events.
Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember...
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Chapter 2:
The Weekend Begins
It was after noon before I finally got up and got moving. A Saturday with no work or plans meant I could relax for a change. Sandy had to work a split shift at the restaurant and left before I got up. She did leave a very sweet (and explicit) note for me. She said she'd be back later. I'd told her all about Sue Ann without giving Sandy her name. She was really looking forward to spending the weekend with the two of us.
I went out to the pool and sat in a nice shady spot to meditate. After my meditation I stretched and slipped into the water to swim a few laps. It's a great way to wake up and get a good workout at the same time. I was nearing the end of my swim when I heard the phone ringing. The last call I got was good, but there was no way I was getting out of the pool for it. When I was done I went in and checked the message.
Sue Ann's mom, Carolyn, had called me. She was worried about Sue Ann because she thought this doctor might be a problem. Carolyn asked if I would talk Sue Ann into staying with me for a week or two while the hospital got rid of him. He'd never hurt anyone before, but he was unpredictable. I called Carolyn back and told her I'd find a way to tempt Sue Ann to stay.
She laughed and said, "I'll bet you can think of something, you perv."
"Hey, you're the one that introduced us, remember? If you don't want her to stay here, just say the word."
"Okay, okay. But let me know if you hear from this asshole though. He freaks me out. The other day he got mad and I thought he was going to hit somebody. Sue Ann's got some vacation time coming, I want her to spend it with you."
"First I'm a perv and now you want me to watch over your daughter. What's the deal, Carolyn?"