It was blurry and inconcise, but one thing got through: St. Athora. Researching the name got Aaron nothing in the way of an identity of this supposed ...aint. He did however find a mental asylum with the same name, a half hour drive away.Not wanting to disappoint Victoria's parents with false hope, Aaron decided to investigate the premises by himself first.Clouds had gathered as Aaron stepped out of his old Toyota, a dinged up vehicle barely deserving the name car. The green paint was peeling. "So, when are you going to do it?" she asked. "Do what?" I asked. "Silly, when are you going to make love to her?" she asked. "WHAT?" I asked. "Mickey, you two are parading around naked together in school all day; so don't even try to convince me the thought hasn't crossed your mind", she said. "From what she told me, you have a very talented tongue". "MOM! I do NOT want to be having this conversation with you!" I said, rather emphatically. "Besides, we are both virgins, and neither of us has. ‘How did you come by it?’‘An estate sale. I went to buy some books, and the woman whose husband had died was throwing out a folder of what she called “his filthy, disgusting pictures”. There was this one, and three or four others. In fact, seven altogether. I asked her how much she was looking for. She said “Oh, I’m not trying to sell them. I’m just going to burn them.” I told her that I could save her the trouble. “OK,” she. “I’m assuming you know how.” I nodded. I was in my teen years which means I was no stranger to jerking myself off.“Good,” he said, pulling his hands off me. “Get to work.” He turned his back to me, walked to the sink faucet, and began washing his hands.“I don’t understand,” I said. I didn’t. I thought there was no way he was asking me to do what I thought he was asking.“You have to relieve yourself before we can continue, so just get it out of the way,” he instructed, tossing me the massaging.