I'm okay...

Me again. You know what? I’m good! I used one of our exercises and spoke to myself rationally in front of a full-length mirror.
I forgot to mention the reason Phil was calling. He says he can’t make his payment because his new wife sprung a leak and they want to upgrade her breasts while they’re having it fixed. The more I think about it, the sorrier I feel for her. No matter how big or what shape she makes them, it will never be quite good enough for Phil the Asshole.
I’m going for the test drive with Kevin. My body may have some wear and tear but there’s still decent mileage left. I’m signing off for now but you can bet I’ll post later.
Wish me luck!
Elizabeth

Where is everyone???

Phil called and like an idiot I picked up the phone before I realized it was him. I swear he must have radar. Ding! Elizabeth is planning to have sex and as always, it’s up to me to make sure she doesn’t enjoy it. Let’s see, which cut is best for the occasion…let’s go with a mix of boobs and overall performance this time. You want to know what he said? Drumroll, please…
“Bigger tits wouldn’t hurt but they wouldn’t help you in the sex department.”
Okay, I know he’s an asshole. I know he’s just saying these things to get to me but I’ve only had sex with one other guy. It was before Phil and it wasn’t great either. It just kind of…was, like with Phil.
Shit. Kevin is due here in forty-five minutes. Do I really have what it takes to satisfy a man, let alone a hot younger man?
Forty-four minutes to detox from the ex…
Elizabeth