"Ah, nice to see you awake Philippa."The man who had entered the room was wearing a smart pinstripe suit andhad little half glasses perched on the end...of his nose. He took a chartfrom the foot of the bed and flicked through a few pages. Peter droppedhis hands onto the bed hoping that the doctor, or whoever it was, had notnoticed what he had been doing. What the doctor had said registeredslowly with Peter's befuddled brain."You called me Philippa?"Although it sounded familiar, Peter couldn't. Wait! This is not a story. This is the description of what actually happened there. I hope you will enjoy it.It was a sunny day in February and I got a phone call, which I was expecting for a long time. My labour friend informed me that he is in town. I was dying to meet him after 3 years. I had several gayish encounters but none was comparable to what I had with him.We planned to meet at a hotel in the afternoon. I could not wait. I asked him about my preferred appearance. He smiled and said,. I listened to everyone eating and drinking and soon after their meal I heard Mum come upstairs to the bathroom - she must have decided to leave the downstairs facilities for the guests. By this time I was getting quite nicely, thank you very much, and in my semi-drunken state I decided to pay Mum a visit.I walked quietly down the hall and walked straight into the bathroom. I had prepared myself to apologise and walk straight back out again if it wasn't Mum, but luckily it was her, sitting on. She would cast her lust-filled eyes on any male in proximity with time on his hands and a restless look to his tightly-fitted trousers. Her youngest daughter's male friend was in her home on a daily basis and she wondered what treasures his trousers concealed and if her daughter had already sampled his wares. The poor girl was so shy in such matters; the mother doubted she had tested the waters to see if it was her sort of nocturnal delight.Patrick felt that his Mary was a darling of a girl and.