"Hi, Jess. It's Adam."I smiled. "Come on up." I buzzed him in, and was giddy withexpectation. 'I am so lame,' I thought. 'He's a friend. Who doesn'tkn...w that you have a penis. Calm down, you girl.'I opened the door. "Wow," he said, "you look great."I blushed. "Thanks." He, however, didn't. He was wearing the uniformof the defeated thirty-something straight male in New York. A bluegolf shirt, tan Dockers pants - with pleats! - and brown Timberlandloafers. "Uh, nice place," he said, looking. " said John. "Maybe another night." I said.I walked backed to my office. I picked up the phone and had my secretary bring me everyone personnel file. I copied down John address and all his phone numbers including his wife cell, and daughters. I put the files in my desk. John wife was 35 years old and his daughter was barely legal. I left the office telling my secretary I was heading out for lunch and that I would be back in the afternoon.I pulled about a half block from John house. I was eating. That changed, though, Dan became the centre of my sexual life and then of my heart. We didn't just 'make love', as my husband liked to call it, but we 'fucked'... like animals!There were so many firsts that I felt the child and my son the expert. But that would be false - he lost his virginity with his mother and I lost my own, in far more creative ways than my marriage bed would have ever considered.In short, my son Dan was the perfect man for me and I loved him, in all ways, without. Sure the whole purpose of the charcoal was to empty my stomach of the medications still present, but I just couldn’t drink it down so a nasal tube was run up my nose and down into my stomach. I was hooked up to the heart monitor and everyone got to work. The charcoal made me vomit ugly black stuff. I am like most people who hate to vomit but I had no way of controlling myself since I was in and out. I was out when they did the catheter up my dick, I guess I was lucky there. I remember being.