"But you're right, Bob," I said.We toasted each other, and before throwing back our shots, we said in unison, “Fuck him!” Bob knew how to remind m... not take myself so seriously.After checking with Gerald, now talking to that blonde who verbally kicked me in the nuts; I glowed with embarrassment, settled-up with Bob, and headed into the arctic air of Chicago. Normally, I would take a taxi on such cock-shrinking nights, but I was still smarting from the truth of the Owen Wilson. As we were walking to the dining room, Monica said, “Remember there is research that shows penetration sex makes a girl emotionally bond to the guy connected to the dick, so until you decide little miss hot pants is just right, don’t stick your cock in her. Please just use your fingers and tongue to get her off.”“Thanks for the advice baby girl,” I said.“I’m serious daddy. Both those girls have big problems, and they will be so damn grateful when you get them cumming like nature intended that. .. you two! I'll bring the food out to the play room in a moment."The thrill was still in Michelle's voice when she said, "Thanks mom."I could see she had no intention of being put down so she would be under her own power. I didn't want it that way either. I was in heaven and I had my angel in my arms.We had taken but a few steps toward the monster looking room filled with squares and tubes, slides and platforms to play on when Michelle pressed her face into my neck and whispered "Thanks. I spend the next few hours circulating between the bar and the dance floor where I had the chance to get a bit closer to a few more guys. But nothing ever evolved to more than a little small talk. I wasnt even drunk yet and I was actually ready to head back to the hotel and call the night a bitter disappointment compared to the rest of the places weve visited when something happened. The bartender came to me with a drink from what he called a secret admirer. I curiously took it and looked.