I made myself several tacos, poured myself a glass of tea, and went to the table.Kelly eyed my drink. “Aw! You don’t want to try it? It’s really...good.” She shot Alyssa a look.Alyssa chimed in too. “Yeah, brother-doodle. You’re in college now. Shouldn’t you be experimenting?”I looked from one woman to the other. Nobody at home ever tried to get me to drink alcohol. We didn’t really need it. If someone wanted to fool around, a couple of hints went a long way. Was this their idea of those hints,. Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry tart."My wife and I shall divorce," I said, "Have her things moved to the Blue room forthwith," I ordered, "I shall not share a bed with that trollop ever again." "What, tonight sir?" she asked."This night, have that trollop Lola help you," I ordered.I pushed my plate away and retired to the study, then as night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery brass band playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal. Three days later in the church while attending Uncle Franks funeral, mom asked me to avoid trouble (presumably with her parents) and lead the way up some semi-hidden stairs to a balcony at the back of the church. At the top of the balcony mom told me this was a room known as the crying room. I asked her why and she pointed out that there was a Plexiglas window in front of our view and noted the balcony was where the parishioners took their crying children so other members of the congregation. I could feel myself building up to a tremendous orgasm, but the feeling was different than it had been a few years earlier with my cousin Bruce. All of a sudden, I had a feeling that I was going to erupt. I had never ejaculated before, and did not know what was happening to me. I thought that I was going to pee. In a panic, I blurted out, “STOP, STOP, I've got to go piss.” I got up, put on my pants and went to the bathroom. By the time I got to the bathroom, I didn't feel like I had to go.