I broke off with my b/f because he kept pestering me for sex. It was not couched in any terms of endearment, either, just angry demands. After month or so, by myself, I relented and prepared myself for my entry into the adult sex world. Still having a key to the front door, I went to his apartment unannounced.

Hearing a loud slapping sound, I tip-toed to his bedroom and there he was, on top of a woman who must have weighed 400 pounds. Since I was quiet enough, they did not hear me or see me. I mention the obesity only because my ex-b/f looked comical banging away on her. He was easily just one fourth as large as she.

Sneaking off, I had an expansive feeling of having dodged a bullet.