”“What’s that?”“The Paradox of Choice.”“Hmmmm ... Explain.” Cereza implored, pulling back her feet and sitting up at the end of the so...a.“It’s the psychological phenomenon that, the more choices you’re given, the less satisfied you’ll be with any decision you make. The opportunity cost of going through all those choices and making a decision combined with your heightened expectations, due to having so many options, means that, inevitably, you’ll be disappointed with the outcome. Basically, too. It’s my turn again.” she pushed me.As my mouth muscles were inexperienced I tired quickly from sucking at such a strong pace and I let my cousin take over again. She went to work full force and soon a rush of white cream exploded in her mouth so quickly that it rushed out the front and ran down the sides of her cheeks.When she pulled away to swallow I grabbed her by the neck almost choking her. “Don’t swallow! I want some too! I want some too! Cousins share remember?” I pressed my mouth to hers. “Who’s there?” Natalie asked peeking through the overly dirty peep hole.“Jack and Tim,” Jack’s voice answered.“Hey, yo, answer the door yah know.” Tim said.“You sound like a boxer, not a greaser.” Jack said from behind the door.Natalie opened the door and the two tall gentlemen walked in. Jack was a biker complete with skull cap, jacket, chaps, and boots. The only thing that wasn’t leather was his face. Tim had a fake pack of cigarettes rolled up in a white t-shirt that was two sizes too small. I'm not sure I liked Jack breakingout of a shell and flying off to someone else. So this is the story, asTammy told it:"Well, out of the blue, like, I get this call from Jack's mother. Sheasked me about something or another about a church function, and then shesays 'oh, Jack wants to ask you something.'I interrupted for a moment. "Wait! Jack's mother called you?" Yeah, but I figure Jack was just afraid to make the initial call, butanyways, Jack asked me out. Pretty cool, huh? He took me to the.