"Here's what's going to happen, Mike. We're going to the Holiday Inn. A lady friend of mine's going to spend the day there with you. She's not a hooke.... She's a housewife who's married and has two kids. She's never done anything like this before, so she'll be nervous at first just like you are. Just be cool." She's someone else's wife?" Yes. We've been having an affair." Why's she doing this?" She likes the idea of being a young man's first woman. I'll introduce you to her and then leave. Treat. " Though I am not worthy to even hear your voice, please tell me your name."OK, I admit it. I'm not a poet. That is the worst ode to beauty ever seen by man. Perhaps a better description of her beauty would be say that she was a beautiful as my poetry was awful. Even the bartender was (mentally) laughing at me and I'm sure he hears this stuff constantly. Cut me some slack, I made it up on the spur of the moment. Anyhow, she didn't notice at all how awful it was. Instead, Mary's mind went into. Jenny had one of her blouses on. Damn near see through. With one of her 'cowpoke bra's on underneath that - what's that - 'cowpoke?" Oh sorry. You know the type - rounds 'em up and heads 'em out... anyway - guaranteed to make a dead man rise, and I didn't think I was that, not unless I really had died and gone to nerd heaven, but then how was Jenny there as well... Damn! I digress.Anyway there's dear Jenny's chest, breathing distance from me, mesmerising me, tantalising me, curing me of all. And said I will never do this again. And ran back to my room then after 2 hrs she came to me I was still crying she have cleaned my eyes she said that ok I will never tell your father about this but tell me why you have done this to me. And I have told her everything and also tell her I have always tried to do this to her. But she said this is wrong doing this you are my son and we should not this and then she asked me that Kia tum ney meri gaand main dala tha ya nahi kiyon ki mujhy dard nahi.