If you watch carefully in Scene 3, you’ll see that my dad cums inside my mom when he is banging her on the hood of a ‘57 Chevy. He was supposed to...pull out, but they were in love by this point, and I popped out 9 months later.True, it was a little weird, as my friends began to hit puberty, to realize that they were jerking off to their own copies of those DVDs. It was even weirder when they would talk about it with my mom when they'd come over to play. "Hey, Mrs. Karley... I watched you in. So the night came. I took my wife out to a nice dinner. She dressed very sexy for me. Nice black mini skirt, white top, sexy black high heels. I texted the guy (we will call him Alex). My wife and I arrived for the late show at a large movie theater. I purposefully picked out a not so popular movie so the crowd would be at a minimum. We found seats in the very back of the theater in a corner where the movie projector box stuck out so we had pretty good privacy. Alex texted and said he was. Lots of hand wringing, attempts to convince me that I just couldn't exist without all the puffery, and Ken Stanton even made a run at me himself. "Ken," I told him. "I'm not real big on needing to prove that I have the biggest you-know in the room. Until the Air Force retires the President's existing jet, let me deal with one of the small jets and save the taxpayers some time and money."He said, "Well. That's a good answer. Not great - but good enough," and gave up.When I hopped out at the. "Sometimes I almost forget how stupid you can be," I muttered. They gave me aresentful look. I sighed. "Nevermind. Tell your story."I wouldn't repeat you the whole incoherent story. What I witnessed laterwould be better explanation. For them it was a hard conversation, theycouldn't share their experiences earlier before without a sense of shame(because it sounded sometimes crazy) or cause a fear in the person who talkedto. Both these feelings isolated the victim of evil forces, and this.