“Why don’t you come over here?” he asked, indicating a large leather recliner. He pushed a button on the wall, and a section of walnut paneling ...hirred away. A large screen was hidden beneath. Simultaneously, a projector dropped from a recess in the ceiling. This was like a James Bond flick! I put down my empty coffee cup and walked over. The coffee had a funny taste to it, but I thought that Becky just made a lousy cup of coffee. This was not a girl to fire over coffee.“Have a seat, Mr.. "That's not coach..." Wake up!" she yelled, laughing loudly and giggling as she ripped away at his bed covers. "It's ten o'clock on Saturday, for Pete's sake!"His Mom had snuck quietly into the room and attacked him while he was sleeping off a late night of playing video games."Mom!" He'd exclaimed as he tried to hold onto the sheet and comforter. "Sheesh! Give a guy a break!"She laughed again and they began a tug-of-war with the bed sheets. "So you think," she said and grunted with effort,". Are you sure that he is your cousin?"I replied, "I'm not for sure. Mamma don't like to talk about it. Why?"She said, "No reason. Are you ready for me to teach you how to make a woman feel special?"I nodded, then she told me to lie down with my face looking right at her kitty. I did so, and found that it was something that I had been craving every since that morning on the bus, with Jenny. I did the first thing I could think of. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her little kitty. As. . this was some sort of dating site! I had seen the commercials for them on late night television, but never gone to them myself. My heart was already thumping from this discovery, but it went into overdrive when I saw something else: I was logged in on the site. My dad had an account on a sexdating site, and I was logged in on it. For a moment I wondered if I should stop, but my curiosity was always going to win that fight. I clicked on the "my profile" button but it didn't take me to my dad's.