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I reminded Steve that what happened here stayed here. "And Steve, don't put too much pressure on Karen; I promise she'll come around."

He understood.

As for me, I went home satisfied, but of course, I wanted more. Where does a woman my age find love and affection. I couldn't do boys. Eighteen-year-old Steve kinda' just happened.

I started looking on the internet. I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I guess they call it surfing.

I went to bed discouraged, but Tommy, with fresh batteries, made me feel better. Then he made me feel better again, and then again. I'd always fantasized while I played with Tommy. Tonight, I fantasized about those basketball players and other athletes I'd done all those years ago.

In the morning, I decided that maybe I could do eighteen-year-olds. If not eighteen-year-olds, at least young guys. That had been part of what I fantasized about when I was doing Tommy.

The internet is a wonderful thing. It took a while, but by noon I'd found out the bars that professional athletes hang out in Atlanta.

Yes, I was going to do what I'd done almost thirty years ago. Call me a cougar, but don't call me a gold digger. I was more than financially secure. I was a partner in that law firm I'd joined right after law school.

By the way, I never did any of the lawyers in my firm or any lawyers at all. They all thought I was just some cold, old spinster lady.

I can't tell you about every guy that I met in those bars, but there were a few that stood out over the next couple of years.

Professional athletes made much more than they did way back when, but boys are still boys. They all want pussy. I had a pussy, although I preferred to use my mouth, I wasn't opposed to a good fucking. Of course, I was no longer concerned about getting pregnant.

There were a number of bars where those athletes hung out. Two of them were known to attract basketball players, and both were within walking distance from one of Atlanta's finest hotels. I made a reservation for Friday and Saturday night.

I went shopping.

I didn't want to try to look like I was twenty-one. I wasn't and I thought I'd look unserious if I tried. I wanted something that said I was available.

Even though I was available, would those twenty-something athletes want anything to do with a woman my age?

As it turned out, and I wasn't offended, there were young men who were far from home, who wanted their mamma. You'd think I'd be offended. I wasn't. I wanted to get laid. I wanted to suck cock, and if I was lucky, maybe have my pussy eaten by a man who knew what he was doing.

I checked into the hotel, took a nap, then a shower and got dressed. My dress was an appropriate length for a woman my age. Yes, it showed some cleavage; young men like titties is a universal truth.

It was almost ten when I left the hotel. The first bar was almost directly across the street from the hotel. It was crowded; crowded with young people; many more guys than women. I was happy about that.

I noticed that there were lots of athletic looking men. By that I mean some looked like professional football players, and some looked like professional basketball players.

I made my way through the crowd to the bar. It took a while to get the busy bartender's attention. I ordered a martini and to my delight, a handsome young man offered me his bar stool. He wasn't my type and the night was still very young. By not my type I mean he looked like a

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