I had to find out what my parents were doing in 1967. All I knew was they lived near San Francisco before they were married. They were married in 1969...but the pictures showed them together as if they were already married, so it was an easy guess that my dad was screwing my mom in those days. Maybe they weren't the old farts I took them to be.Having some time between classes, I went to the Internet of those years, known as the library, to do research on San Francisco in 1967. Wow! My parents. She is hot. Now that I've tasted female, I'm sure I would probably enjoy her as well. I don't know if I could handle you fucking her, though." Tamara, I love you and I haven't been with any woman you haven't told me to be with. I didn't even make it with Christina, other than oral. My cock belongs to you and you control it." Oh, John, you do have a way with words," she said and then she kissed me. We held each other for quite a while. We exchanged little loving kisses."We better get back to the. Until Andy turned off the road to the country clubwhere the prom was being held, into a suburban neighborhood with big,rich people's houses."Uh, Andy, where are we going?" Prom pre-party at Dave's. Everyone will be there." I thought you didn't want to be seen with me?" I never said that. Anyway, you're looking and sounding pretty good, andI need a drink." Before I could object, we were pulling into a longdriveway crowded with other kids' cars. Andy got out, and he was halfwayto the front. But if not, is okay. I relax, I have some wine, I listen to music. You have music?”“Some, on my phone. Good advice.”“See? We can...”An announcement interrupted her.“Passenger ... Hachimi ... Please approach the podium. Passenger Hachimi, please approach the podium.”“Oh! C’est moi! Squeeze your thumbs for me!”I assumed that was the French expression for crossing one’s fingers, so I did. It was something to do, wasn’t it? As I watched her speedwalk towards the desk, I decided one last toilet.