He jumped out of his chair and got a large water glass out of the cupboard. He poured in the beer and watched the foamy head rise almost to the top of...the glass. ‘That’s the first beer I’ve had in this apartment with a head on it.’ It was still beer, the same brand that he always drank with something new. He still had a foot in the old and one in the new. The analogy seemed to make sense to him for a minute, but then he realized that he was reaching for wisdom where there was none. ‘I’m too. " I told him.Then he tensed up again."I don't want any more examinations! I've had so many and it's embarrassing and no one can help me anyway..there's no point."I gently began to slide the covers downwards.He grabbed the sheets and jerked them up again, I saw a flash of anger in his eyes."I said, don't bother! Leave me alone, I don't want to be examined. You can't do anything for me.."And he turned on his side, away from me."You don't understand how much I've been through. No one can help me.. " Lunch with me?" Aha! Going to the Museum?" Yes. What might be a big job for my dad." Her phone rang."Hello ... yes ... certainly ... tomorrow's fine, Wednesday's bad. Right ... see you then." She looked at me. "Your sister. She's meeting Cait to look at the campus here. I'll meet them at the Fisher Library, just past the Law School." Well, I'm staying home to read. I want to get a start on case law. I wonder whether the uni can bear up to the strain of three Hollisters." Silly!" Yes, that's. Although she was about 15 years older than me, she was really sexy and was into just about anything that I wanted to do. She was particularly good at blow jobs and she also liked to masturbate in front of me as a sort of performance - these sessions would always end up with both of us bringing ourselves off and then a mad fucking session to follow.One thing led to another and my wife suggested that I should invite her to the house for a meal. My wife is bi-curious and was really interested to.