The service tonight is nearly four hours long when all is said and done!”“Dad, is everyone coming tonight?” Jesse asked.“Probably just Aunt Ka...a, and me,” I said. “Aunt Chess has to work tomorrow morning. Aunt Bethany said Nicholas could come with you if you wanted.”“Yes!” he exclaimed.“Remember, you have to take a nap this afternoon,” I reminded him.“Yes, Dad,” he agreed.We headed home in four cars, and everyone joined us for lunch.“What’s your plan for Tuesday?” Jessica asked.“I’m going to. I guess my snarky sense of humor took a lot of getting used to.Sandy could always tell when one of my conquests was about to end. She’d tell me to “take it easy." That was her cue to me, to take a step back and re-evaluate.Sandy refused to talk about her family, her marriage, religion or politics. She said anything and everything else was fine, but those areas were untouchable. My love-life, on the other hand seemed to be fair game. I hated it at times, because the conversations seemed so one. For men, on the other hand, it just looks the same, an organ made for fucking and pumping sperm into, and at that particular time, when a girl is induced and reminded to take notice she has a slit that men desperately want to slip into, she practices, with her hairbrush, toothbrush, pencil or crayon, and not forgetting, an inch or so away under it lies another, her tiny pink crinkled butt hole, needs to be opened up, so she can entertain two men simultaneously, and all of this coming a year. It all starts about an year ago on my birthday march 27th. I used to comehome late, generally about 2-3 am in the morning. Had a bunch of greatfriends and loved hanging out with them late and since we live in theheart of the city, things don't close down early. On my birthday lastyear, I came home at 4 in the morning. I was completely sloshed andknocked on the door. My aunt opened the door and she could immediatelymake it out that I was drunk. Her first reaction was that of disgustsince a 26.