So, off I went to try a Hail Mary. With whom, you may ask; let's call her Melanie. A beautiful young woman, barely 19 years old. Her shapely, yet lith... form was a recent development, but one I eagerly embraced - or was trying to. With Indonesian parentage, she was maybe half an inch shorter than me with her high heels on, and her amber/golden hair was long enough to reach her nipples.We were out at a restaurant with such a group of mutual friends where I had positioned myself (with the help of. . about the way I was living.And behaving.My parents would never have understood. Or even recognized me. During that time.Sex. And drugs. And rock and roll. There was fighting in the street. I was a street-fightin' man. I was living a songwriter's dream.Marching and getting maced and looking at Hell's Angels dressed up as "security" and crying for the fallen here at home and cursing the fallen across the sea in another world and then going back to our little places to drink and eat and smoke. At that time, I was thirty-five years old, six foot and one hundred eighty pounds, in good shape and reasonably good looking. My ten-year-old son stayed with me in our house since his school, friends and free time activities were all located nearby.There were a lot of single mothers in the area and I went on a number of dates. I could sense I was not ready for another relationship or to be a stepfather. I had always been bicurious so I started experimenting with man sex. I met a few guys. I headed back to my office and fixed bugs until Gwen called.“We won both our motions,” she said. “I thought that the judge might take the separate maintenance claim under advisement, but he agreed that the law is clear. Opposing counsel said that they would appeal, but as the judge pointed out, the appeal will be heard by the very court that made the ruling on which the judge relied, and which was affirmed by the Illinois Supreme Court. I don’t think they’ll get anywhere.”“When is the DNA.