Somehow though, we fit better as friends than lovers. Oh, we had enjoyed sex together, off and on, but the spark was never there. We weren't in love, ...ut we had, almost from the beginning, been able to talk to each other about almost anything.We stayed in touch after college, through her marriage and divorce, and now mine, and it was only natural that we would once again gravitate toward each other.The drive up from San Diego, except for getting through L.A., was relaxing and gave me time to. ”“That’s like a dozen times or more.”“Yea, and a couple of times I had to slap the slut a few times to wake her up.”“I see that your dad did a bit more art work on the whore.”About that time, the owner’s son came in my daughter’s overly used cunt, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. The group of boys started yelling, “I’m next, I’m next.”Now she was standing straight up and I could see her nice tits were now covered with tattoos. How incredibly erotic it was to see her marked like a true. "Yes." I answered quietly. "Please?"There was a long pause, long enough for me to think I'd gone too far, that she would stiffly tell me no and maybe say that it wasn't a good idea for me to call her anymore. I was actually sweating with fear and anticipation."Sure." She finally said. "Give me about two more hours to nap and then I'll be over at about," A pause, probably while she consulted the nearest timepiece, "Oh, say twelve o'clock?" I'll be waiting." I told her, wondering what I was. "Cereal and milk," I guess. "Is there any fruit?" He waved at the bowl, where there were some very brown bananas."There may be something in the refrigerator bin, too."There were two slightly withered apples. I took one and the milk and put them on the table. Then I got a bowl of dry cereal and a spoon."Well, Patrick, what's your take?" Rob needs help. Does Mum know a psychoph... ?" I couldn't recall the word."Psychopharmacologist?" Yeah. That's it." I don't know. There's the Marian Centre in.