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Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... practical knowledge won me praise several times during my studies. It was soon apparent I was clearly more drawn to the execution of a construction rather than design. I must mention that I have a funny preference for milk over beer, but I hid this while at the college. I lost my virginity after high school graduation but I didn't have a steady girlfriend. I dated several girls at college and finally met Amy. She was tall, brown-haired and brown-eyed and very confident, studying economics and to become a finance expert. I fell for her and we found we were sexually compatible so life followed a proven path: we were in love, and marriage after college was unquestioned. My father-in-law, a successful entrepreneur, gave us a rather large sum of money as a wedding present. We spent it to purchase a half-ready house, which my father and I could easily finish. Meanwhile I worked at a construction firm and Amy was at a local bank. No sooner had we moved in than Amy got pregnant and we decided to keep the baby. A year after our first daughter, Caroline, was born we had our second, Zoë. Amy remained at home with the girls and I worked hard at the firm, becoming, due to my efforts, one of the foremen responsible for building completions. My income grew accordingly and now my salary made up for Amy’s missing income while she stayed home with the girls. When Zoë was five we took our daughters to kindergarten and Amy found a good job at a local bank. I worked with an architect, Carl Adair, ...

... who came to us right after graduation. He was talented in finding new projects. We often had lunch together, often discussing founding our own firm. He persuaded me we would make a good pair as owners. He and his dad had a little joint venture, which Carl planned to use as the basis to finance the start of our business. As for me, I had to rely on my dad’s savings. Eventually, I asked Dad for the investment, and like Carl’s father, he seemed quite enthusiastic too. He wanted 25% of the firm in return but promised to help us with good, skilled workers, who we badly needed. Besides, I could always purchase his stake back from him later. Carl’s dad gave his son the money as a present, and also provided us with a discount loan. That was how we founded our construction company. We worked hard, but I tried hard to avoid that having a negative effect on my sex life. I thought I was successful in this, as we averaged sex three times a week which is supposedly the norm for a married couple with children. Years passed, and our eldest, Caroline, went on to primary school. She found a friend there, a nice little girl called Emily who often came to play with Caroline and Zoë. Emily’s father, a widower, Tom Coustou, usually brought her and became a regular, welcome guest in our house. He had lost his wife to leukemia before Emily started school. We all pitied them, but Amy was especially sympathetic to Tom. She talked to him in the kitchen for hours while the girls played and I watched TV ...