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**A little history…**
When I was young, I saw an older man, must have been in his forties, fuck my sister, who was nineteen. I came home from school early one day and there they were, in the living room, going at it.
Ellen, that was her name, made me promise not to tell our parents. I promised and we never spoke of it again. I did however, think about it, on and off during my teenage years, if you know what I mean.
I celebrated my forty-second birthday about two weeks ago and still occasionally think about that. I’ve never married, but I have had many girlfriends. Some were my age, but mostly they’ve been younger than me. For some unknown reason, younger women seem to like me. I’m not particularly good looking. I’m balding and I have what can best be described as a mildly brash personality. I’m kind of loud and my mouth tends to have a mind of its own. Or, rather, it tends to speak my mind without going through any sort of filters.