Looking at me, "Your place or mine?" he asked "My place if you'll follow me" I replied he agreed and we both got up and headed for our cars. "My name... Derek" he said as we headed for our cars, "Mines Carmen" I said He followed me home and as soon as we walked into the house he grabbed me and turned me around to face him, "Now you fuckin' white whore" he began "Let's see how well you please me" he added and grabbing hold of my hair, tilted my head to one side and moved in and kissed me. We. Want to join us?” It was my mother talking. She had just found me leaving her friend Edna's house, she and their other friends Dorothy and Grace having just “happened” to park in Edna's street to walk to the pub.As I left her house this time we had just enjoyed an incredible morning of water sports as part of our programme of taking the self-consciousness out of sex and just doing whatever we wanted, the more taboo the better. What we had nominally been doing was working on a way to get Edna, a. "Huh," I snorted. "Hardly. Boy's clothes are never nice, and boys' pants are just dull. Girls' knickers are nicer." What makes you say that?" You get nicer material that's soft and light and we get big thick heavy cotton like this." Her eyes shifted back to her knickers, sitting on the chair where she had thrown them."Yeah, I see what you mean," she mused."And your other clothes too are nicer. All we get is trousers and stuff."You like dresses?" she asked."Yeah, they're pretty," I replied. Now. .. If it is a commercial flight, it is 3 o’clock. If it is an Air Force plane, it is 1500 hours. If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells. If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3. If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it’s Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to “Happy Hour.”During training exercises, the lieutenant who was driving down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the mud with a red-faced colonel at the wheel. “Your jeep stuck, sir?”.