’ ‘Are you hungry?’ He asks while rising from the bed, he is very muscled, and naked. I turn my head and raise my book, I don’t want to look a... him, and it is improper. Then I realize, perhaps it isn’t improper, after what occurred last night. ‘Are you hungry? Or are you just ignoring me? I said I would give you some time, but I won’t tolerate your being rude or disrespectful, to me or anyone else.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry, um, yes, I’m famished.’ He begins to dress quickly and says, ‘We will go down. That fucking George and his fundamental religious beliefs had fucked up Stan's head.I was feeding the babies the next morning when Stan came into the kitchen. He mumbled a good morning and I ignored him. The day was one of cleaning house and taking care of babies. It was a Wednesday and now that the doctor had cleared me it was time to get back to my gym schedule. My normal schedule was Monday, Wednesday and Friday from two till four and then run home to fix dinner for Stan. My mom, who only. But it was a unique and unrepeatable occasion, from that day do I have to choose my own man for myself and go through it with pleasant anticipation. Now Peter had been chosen as my man. I realized that it was not just to satisfy my sexual desires and his, I was in love, and Peter was my real first man to whom to donate my body and my unconscious for young love and real passion. Not his style, not his apparent wealth, not his beautiful car that had struck and attracted me, I was impressed and. Them I reached to another drawer and got out paper napkins. ‘The good linen and silverware will have to wait for dinner time.’ ‘Boy, you are something else. This looks great. With those long arms I think you could have fixed the whole thing from your chair.’ ‘Are you trying to say I have arms like an ape?’ ‘I was thinking of a gorilla.’ ‘Oh!’ ‘A nice soft cuddly one.’ ‘OH! Is that better?’ ‘I have a plush stuffed one I snuggle and sleep with every night.’ ‘Wow! Can I take his place tonight?’.