Yes, at five I knew what sex was, and it took me 13 years to get it. Every Friday night my dad would go bowling, and every Friday night from the time ... was thirteen I would sneak off somewhere, so that we could make out. But once I turned 18, everything changed. One Friday we were coming back from my Uncle Dale’s house, and my parents had put a mattress in the back of their pickup to sl**p on while we were at Dale’s. The mattress fit in the truckbed perfectly. And fortunately for me, they left. I replaced her shock absorbers and had to do a complete reline on her brakes including the replacement of her right front brake drum. I told Trina I would bring the car back to her on Saturday, but I finished with it much earlier than I expected. I got a buddy to follow me and I drove over to her apartment planning to drop her keys in her mail slot along with a note.I pulled into the apartment's parking lot just in time to see Trina's apartment door open and Trina come out of her apartment with. -o-0-o- I should have mentioned that my wife, a little younger than I, worked several days a week, helping a friend run a shop. Which was why I was often at a loose end for my morning coffee. I was never in too much of a rush, often having a second mug rather than going back to an empty house. On one such morning, I’d caught Katie’s eye and a second coffee was soon going to be on its way. I went back to reading my morning paper, up to the point where I was disturbed by a polite cough. Looking. This story is completely fictional.I get off the phone and a huge smile appears on my face. I just got a call from a lawyer that a relative of mine passed away. I mean, I know, you shouldn't be happy that someone died. But I was listed as his only heir. Surprisingly as I never met him but who cares. My mom told me about him a long time ago and said that he was rich. But not just rich. Scrooge McDuck rich.---But before I continue and tell you the gist of the story let me introduce myself. My.