I was in the section on the Civil War when a voice behind me said, “May I help you, Miss?”I felt like I’d been caught shoplifting. I knew the ne...t question was going to be, “And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”But all the gray-haired lady said was, “You’ve been looking around awhile. Do you need help finding something?” She could have been my Aunt Betty, asking if I wanted a cookie, except this lady was Jewish. She was wearing a gold Hebrew letter around her neck.“I, uh...”“Take. "Hi Jason, it's Mark. Remember me?" Mark asked rhetorically, Jason's anger boiling to the surface. "How the fuck did you get this number, you faggot!?" he screamed at Mark, only eliciting a laugh from him. "Faggot? I'm not the one stroking my dick, thinking about cock, trying desperately to cum," he said, causing Jason's cock to twitch with need at Mark's words.'Wait' thought Jason, 'how did he know that? Is he watching me? Even if he is, how did he know what I was thinking?' "I imagine you. ."When I finally got out from under her skirt - there stood Barbara andDonna, both dressed in matching silk bridal-white baby doll nightieswith matching elegant chiffon negligees."Carl. Oh my...what have you done? My best friend's daughter..." said aclearly enraged Donna."No. It's isn't...please. Wait..."I rolled off the bed, my cock bobbing as I tried to cover myself withLisa's pink panties."My panties! Carl! Mother, Carl...has my panties."Barbara's eyes narrowed. She was beautiful and angry.. I must have been a messy kid.I remember sitting by the field, watching my mother dig her hands into the stones and rub them into soil. I thought that it was a pretty cool trick so I tried it. I'd been at it a while when mom caught me. I must have been crying as he held me up in her big, strong arms. "I'm sorry, mommy. I didn't mean to do bad." She laughed and hugged me close. I still remember the smell of her hair. "No, no little Amos. You have done no bad. It is not a bad thing to learn from.