I was thirty-five, single, never married, though close several times, five-feet-eleven standing up, seven-and-a-half inches lying down, so naturally, I was very popular with the ladies while on my back. Evette was forty-seven, widowed, a very well-preserved five-feet-four, raven hair, with dark,smoldering ‘fuck me’ eyes. She dressed like a sophisticated… Read more“Trading in a Good Cougar”