"Stan stuck his tongue out at Denise, who blew a raspberry in return. They both laughed at one another.They were sitting at Stan's breakfast bar drink...ng coffee. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he'd relieved it multiple times... But now they had to go to work. Stan got. It'd be better to eat some of Mom's food first."By the way, Mark, have you noticed that tomorrow will be April Fools' Day?" I hadn't thought of that." I probably don't have to tell you this, but to be safe, your first date with a very nice girl, in a fancy restaurant, would be an excellent occasion NOT to do any April Fools' pranks." It'd be a FOOL-ish mistake, wouldn't it?"In a VERY dry tone, Mom replied, "It certainly would. You should forget that word even exists, including no more silly. Respect and good sex hadn't created a loving bond. She fucked around on him, and he had a couple drunken post party fucks and neither minded. An attractive slightly effeminate presence who rarely seemed accompanied by a girlfriend, many figured him to be gay. He'd been asked a few times by interested men or curious women. Not the macho, sexually unsteady type, the question amused him.He moved gracefully. He did well at tennis and basketball in high school. Both sports continued with friends in. " I knew it would take a while to teach her all my likes and dislikes, but I was sure as hell going to have a good time doing it. I let her feed me till I was full, never taking my hands off her tits. I decided to softly caress her breasts when I was pleased, and, like the time she poked me with the fork, twist her nipples when I was pissed so she'd feel it and remember. There was still a pile of eggs and bacon on the plate. I debated putting it on the floor and making her eat it like a dog.