Chapter 2: Sandy Says Hello
The problem with the human body, I thought, late the next morning, is that it doesn’t have enough hands.
It was something I had dwelled on when in bed with Steph, once or twice. Two hands were good. But what if a guy wanted to touch both of his wife’s incredible breasts and play with her p***y and maybe pay some attention to her gorgeous ass? Three hands would be better. Four, ideal.
Especially when you were trying to put a recalcitrant piece of drywall up in the garage, the angle was bad, and you couldn’t hold it in place, position the drill, and hold the screw where it was supposed to be all at the same time. Steph and I had spent the previous afternoon at the local Homeowner Hell, picking up supplies for the small amount of remodeling we meant to do before
