John sat in the locker room of the golf course. Frank Bosswell was in his skivies and John could see hicks all up and down Frank's thighs. John said nothing.
Later that month, Frank invited all of his golfing buddies to his house for a Christmas party. There Jane Bosswell in a short party dress, served snacks. John noticed rug burns on her knees.
John was 28 and the Bosswell's had to be in their fifties. John knew that Mrs. Bosswell had been married before to Jim Franklin. On a hunch, John decided to look Jim up.
John went over to Jim's auto shop and asked Jim to make a minor repair on his car. He got Jim to talking, not a hard feat, and the conversation wandered to the area of relationships when John told Jim that he had just broken up with his girl.
"I couldn't get a blowjob out of her to save my soul."
Jim gave a laugh and said "There are worse things."
"There are worse things."
"Figure it out."
"So are you talking about your divorce from Jane."
"Could be."
"So why did you get divorced."
"Kid, I have never told anyone this but since you asked. Jane was obsessed with giving head. She was probably the best cocksucker in Johnson County. She gave me blowjobs morning, noon and night. Heck, I was exhausted all the time. I lived on the recliner. I couldn't get any work done. Try changing a water pump after the best blowjob you ever had. You simply can't."
"So thats why her husband had all those hicks on his thighs."
"I had hickies on my thighs all the time when we were married."
"How did Frank know this."
"Oh he didn't know. He just married her for her personality. See, kid, some guys really like blowjobs. I was one that preferred intercourse. Seemed more intimate to me."
