..I don't want to say too much...with them...with them I've always been a gentleman but...it's not all the time...but...around Christmas they really g......they really show..." and he'd fallen asleep.The next morning he'd stared at me across his bowl of cereal at the cafeteria table and said "I'm serious man, you should come home for Christmas with me, my parents would love to meet you..." with no further mention of the neighbor girls, but the promise still there lingering. I agreed."So..." this. 'A grade three teacher is giving a lesson on nutrition, and she decides to ask her students what they had for breakfast. To add a spelling component, she asks the students to also spell their answers.Susan puts up her hand and says she had an egg, 'E-G-G'...'Very good', says the teacher.Peter says he had toast 'T-O-A-S-T'.'Excellent.'Johnny has his hand up and the teacher reluctantly calls on him. 'I had fuck all', he says, 'F-U-C-K A-L-L'.The teacher is mortified and scolds Johnny for his rude. "I want to thank everyone for coming to our first official JG get-together. We all know why we're here. Each and every one of us has had some delicious times with our good friend Jake here. Some of us learned very enlightening things about ourselves, thanks to Jake."There was much hooting and shouting at that."Tonight may be the last night that we are all together, and we are going to celebrate! Jake, do you have anything to say?" Speech! Speech!" the girls all chanted.I took Sandy's place on. And that leaves Mondays, or Family Night as it is informally known around the town. Family Night has always been special to me, since it was on a cold Monday in November, many years ago, that I lost my virginity in the most public and wonderful manner imaginable. It wasn't some sordid encounter in the back of my dad's Chevy, nor a hurried and unsatisfying tryst in the basement of the family home on Lakeside; rather, it was with my own beautiful mother.At this point, the casual reader will.