I was in shock for a min, but it seemed like forever as I stared paralyzed. At some point I wanted cry and stop it, so I dropped my book bag on porch....Hoping the loud thud would scare him away. Instead, he just stared me and grinned as he handled my Moms head like a rag doll. I wanted to run and cry but I just stayed. He looked me right in my eye and blew his load in mouth. Not once looking away. Just grinning as he bobbed her head slowly.. I had never seen this man before, but he knew me. It was a strange mix of glitz and garbage. There were fancy neon lights, strung lanterns, and shops and entertainment, but also multiple food stands, seeding shops, and trash littered all over the place. The pathways looked as if they had featured a hundred parades that have never been cleaned up after. Cigarette butts, and God knew what else, were crammed in between the cobblestones. There were people crowding the pathways, either drunk or high, or running, or passed out. And of course, there. I thought, before showing up, that I wouldn't like them much. Not Dave, I don't mean, but his harem. Most guys I'd met on the radio were married to battle-axes of various sorts, and I'd assumed Marg would begrudge the time Dave spent on the air. I was wrong. She was charming, and I could see how Dave fell for her.Lindy was an intelligent, pretty young woman with a mischievous glint in her eye. I couldn't quite work out whether I should treat her like a girl or a woman, and Marg confided at some. "I'm blushing from an impure thought that just jumped into my mind when you kissed me." An impure thought you say? Do you get a lot of those impure thoughts or was this just a once in a blue moon kind of thing?" No, I get them quite a lot, especially lately." That's good. I'd hate to think I'd lost my touch. Back in Burlingame I gave a lot of boys impure thoughts. I wasn't sure if it was only a west coast kind of talent. Are you going to tell me which impure thought I inspired?" You shouldn't.