Sitting down, I pulled out the book of erotic short stories I’d bought a few minutes earlier at the bookstore downstairs and opened it to the first ...tory. Four words leapt out at me from the page: ‘We need to talk’. With a wry smile, I realized I’d been sitting in the same spot five years ago when the most beautiful girl in my life had uttered the same four words to me, turning my world inside out.How did my tale start? It was downstairs in the same bookstore, five and a half years ago. I had. The two kids giggled and pushed their way quickly into the rec-room to play on the video games dotted around the wall.Jamie Williams watched these two youngsters disappear in through the door giving both their naked bodies a very envious scan with her own eyes. Jamie then gave her older sister a very doleful look to which Belinda replied with, “Oh, go on. You can take your t-shirt off if you like, Jamie. I won’t mind but don’t expect me to take anything off. I’m still not quite sure about all. Except for that one guy. I was sure of that. That one guy, Guido, he knew what to do and he got it. No more games, I thought. Go big or go home.Mom was sliding her skirt up her legs to her knees. She had registered my desire, put it where it belonged, and was now covering up. I had to do something, now, or forever lose my chance to become Guido.On impulse, I took a pen from my shirt pocket and slowly unscrewed it, pulling the guts out and discarding everything but the bottom. I knew Mom was. We remained nearly motionless until at last I slipped out of her.As we cuddled in the afterglow, and I sheepishly told her about the childhood memories she had inadvertently brought to light. Even though we had known each other only a few hours, there was a feeling of trust like I have seldom known. We shared many of our childhood memories that night, until the next thing I knew it was morning and I was alone in the bed. Still wearing the disheveled tunic, I found Erica seated before the half.