My record of accomplishment with men since that time, no relationship lasting more than a year (and that was six years ago), has left me alone, forlor... and lost. Given that, I do understand some of the reasons-factors is a better word, I guess-for tumbling into bed with my son.Let me continue the telling.Jonathan knocked on my bathroom door. I looked at it dully, wanting him to go away."Mom?" What do you want, Jonathan?" I want you to come out of there and talk to me."I wanted to never talk to. “I saw you on your way, guess that’s why I came over.” He spoke as he broke the stare. “Glad you came over. So can I have it?” I asked. While I watched his expression go from serious to lusty. “Yeah, but where?” Came the whispered reply. “I can have you here, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I said. As I leaned in close. “He said I could.” He pointed to the door also and gave an amazed stare. “What does he know?” “Well, I think it’s more like, what do we know.” I said. With a grin. It was always a pleasure to do so, but lately it had included hugs and kisses. That made it even more pleasurable.Since she knew I was seeing Maurine again, I was a little surprised that her enthusiasm remained the same. It had always been my experience that women didn’t like to share. Well that had been my experience before I came into contact with Marge. Her behavior seemed to be spreading among my friends. Perhaps we had always been latent rebels. Maybe we had just needed an introduction to. She asked if my wife knew the approximate size of her "partner". Well Fran knew the exact size of her "partner" because she had measured him once with a cloth tailors tape. She told the pharmacist that "her partner" was about 9 inches long and about 7 inches around. The pharmacist was in disbelief and advised Fran to be sure, because if not, these condoms would fall off the average size guy. Fran told her that she was certain, and to throw a dig into the pharmacist, Fran said that she may be.