It was nighttime, we were coming up on a car dealership. I remained quiet for a bit and pulled into the car dealer ship. I went in about 3 or 4 rows a...d found a spot. I parked perfectly in line and our car vanished into the long rows of parked cars in this very well lit lot. I quietly told my son that there was no steering wheel on his side of the car. As I stood up getting out of the car I said “get your pants down”His pants were on the floor when I got to his door, he was pulling his shirt. “Well, you know what they say, ‘If I could do it over, I’d do it differently?’” mom said. “Is Martin with you?”“Yeah, Mom – I’m right here,” I replied.“Is there a time soon you two could come over for dinner, I haven’t seen ANY of my children in such a long time.”Guilt works in all eras, doesn’t it?“Sure Mom, how about tonight?” I responded thinking of getting my first good home-cooked meal since Jennifer went to her convention.“Wonderful, bring a desert with you if you can, OK?” she asked.“How. Anyway, the whole point of this story was that I wanted to tell about the last weekend, so let’s just jump to that.After one of our threesomes, we lay about in the flat, talking.Lynette asked us what our favourite sexual experience had been to date, then quickly modified her question to; ‘or our favourite fantasy’. She obviously did this because of Rachael’s limited experience.I seem to remember that Lynette’s was about doing it in a lift in a very tall building.I said my biggest fantasy was to. Everyone knew I had left the opportunity to join my father’s business to study in a completely different field that had nothing to do with business. They didn’t think much of it, after all, anyone could be hired to do what I was doing. They just didn’t know, nor even care, what it was. All in all, I was still in school, and most knew I was not a business major. So, I wasn’t considered important, or a risk, but I just might be, if anything happened to my father.The things you think about, when.