I know that not everything in life is going to be bells and whistles, cake and flowers, sunshine and rainbows … you get my drift. And for the most p...rt, my life is satisfactory; good job, nice home, hot car, loving family, great friends, and an adequate, familiar marriage. I live a simple life. It’s so simple, it’s complex. It’s too easy, too predictable, and simple things that I want—to eat a restaurant that I choose, to stay in instead of going out, to choose the movie, to choose my clothes,. They were strict about dating, my ascetic lifestyle and the health risks about intimacy. With those fears drilled into me, I barely dated, and those dates I did have were always chaste. Emotionally, I knew I was still thirteen. When a girl tried to kiss me, since I wasn’t trying, I made fearful excuses and avoided the inevitably painful death from “sex.”It was an especially hot and humid NY day when I got my first closeup view of a live pussy. We might have adapted to the 105 degrees heat if it. 'Mariel', she exclaimed in mock horror, 'stop ogling my tits, people will think you're a Lesbian'.Her voice carried in the still air, her every syllable falling on alert ears, and I looked in the direction of the neighbours house, a recent widower, a man who was in his late fifties, good looking in a rough rugged way, and I knew he like me.I saw his window was open at the top and his curtains were not fully closed, 'I bet he heard moms remark about me being a Lesbian', I thought, wondering if. Knowing Camilla would be, by her usual schedule, still sleeping for at least another couple of hours, likely longer, I took my time about showering, shaving and dressing, and then headed downstairs for coffee. There was clear evidence that she'd acquired her midnight—well, 3:00 a.m. or so, she'd said—snack, a wineglass and a plate with the remains of a salad, but evidently she'd seen no need for more precipitate action. The windows, I found, were still unlatched.I got breakfast for Asmedogh,.