I walked up to the house carrying a bouquet of spring flowers, and knocked on the door. Her father opened the door and slowly said, "Well hello there...young man come on in and let's get acquainted a bit." We shook hands. He called out and said, "Dee honey, your young man is here." He took the flowers from me and said "I'll get a vase for these." He did that while Dee came into the room. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her face was delicate, her auburn hair done up very nicely. Her blue. I didn't dress, but I found something else to do to numb the pain. Ihad been drinking on and off for a while, but then discovered pot.Between the two, the pain went away, but so did my grades. They weren'tgreat before, but now I was barely passing. I was determined tograduate. I had no idea what I would do after, but I wanted to do that.I did graduate, but by the skin of my teeth. I spent the summerwandering from one job to another. I couldn't stay settled in anything.The drugs and the. I’m imagining her as Sister Mary Murphy, from Our Lady of Bodily Charms. She ministers to those entrusted to her care and she does so joyfully, adroitly, dragging her body through the muck and mire of human sexuality to leave men spent. Is the deeply relaxed well being we call pussy-whipped comparable to the Catholic construct called a state of grace? Both conditions bring peace of mind – maybe so. Perhaps God in His wisdom blessed Murphy and said, “I made you to fuck, to be attached to a cock,. I walked back to the theater door, just as my wife and the porn store owner were walking out. I heard them talking. "Fifteen dollars." my wife said. "Lets make it twenty and split the profit in half." said the clerk. Then, they saw me and stopped their conversation. I said, "Um...the bathroom door is locked." The woman handed me a key with a big dildo chained to it and said, "Don't be sticking that thing in your ass OR your mouth. You better save your oral and anal skills for later." .