I’m a half white, half native American man. I’m fifty-four and she’s fifty-seven. I’ve been taking her turkey hunting for the past twelve seasons; every spring. I’ve been having sex with her for eleven of those years. Her husband won’t take her. She is fine for her age; short salt and pepper hair, blue eyes. She looks forward to spring. So do I.
-Ray, 54
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