He started waving his arms and legs and babbling something in baby talk. Sheila stopped dead when Sean started his antics and looked at him and then a... the bed they were passing. An old man was writhing on the bed in obvious pain. Tears were leaking from his eyes and a low moan would occasionally escape his clinched teeth.Sheila looked at the man's chart hanging on the end of the bed and said, "He's maxed out on what we can legally give him with morphine. He's in late stage bone cancer and it's. I shouldn't..." Shouldn't what? Stare? Shouldn't I be the one to decide that?"So, Max thought, is she saying that I can stare? It sounded like it. He figured he'd test the waters, and glanced up again, pleased to see that she was still standing there in the same position, still leaning against the wall, still with her hand in the air, still nearly naked... and still smiling at him."There," she said. "See? The world didn't end."He laughed in spite of himself, and tried to keep looking at her. I decided on a broad definition of sex as "genital contact for the purpose of achieving orgasm." Thus, I didn't count as sex partners a couple of men that I brought to orgasm with lap dances while we were fully clothed. But I counted as a sex partner a man I jacked off while we were slow dancing in a dark Thai night club. I also counted a couple of men who only titty fucked me.They say that men overestimate their number of sexual partners by counting women they wish that had bedded -- and that. Myself, I didn’t take her seriously. I’d been a nudistall my life, and I’d never heard about parents andchildren “sinning”, and my mom – who was hot and isstill hot to this day – never tried anything with me.Not that I saw that as such a big deal, I’d have lost myvirginity much, much earlier then, if anything itwould’ve been something to keep hush, hush, especiallyfrom dad.My wife wasn’t happy that I wouldn’t give in to hersilly.