I remember that I was scared all the time because my poppa was gone, even when he was right there."Then, when I was about five, something happened and... all of a sudden my poppa was back. The next thing I knew, we moved back here to Elkton. Dad bought a small, two bedroom house from his parents where we lived until I went away to college. He still lives there. Hmm," I smiled, "I had such a good life in that house."Daniel's Dad and mom bought the house across the street when I was eight. Daniel. "Thanks, I really appreciate what your doing and how hard it's been foryou but it will be over soon. Oh and don't breathe a word to Gordy aboutthat little kiss otherwise you might end up as female for good, if youknow what I mean." "Yeah I do , look I need to head home so I'll see you during the week."Turning I left the bedroom and headed back to the car where Andy andGordy sat waiting to take me home.Once back home I went into the kitchen and grabbed a Coke. "Is that you Craig?" my mother. Then suddenly she pulled her foot from my mouth, and with both feet pushed hard on my chest. My hands came away and she arched in the water, and then splashed down again with a gasping moan, drawing up her legs and pressing them tightly together. Little spasms rocked through her. The blindfold had come off, but her eyes were still closed, and she was flushed bright red. Her orgasm subsided slowly. She looked at me with half lidded eyes, then put her feet on my thighs, and spread her knees wide. ”“What is it?”He sighed. “It’s the autobiography of a Viennese whore.”“Hmm. I’ve had contact with that type.” There was general laughter.“Actually, I tried to make it realistic.”“Altenberg. Have you read it?”“Yes. It is true realism. Like Balzac or Stifter.”“Not Zola or that Belgian Huysmans?”“No, sir. Salten adheres to Oscar Wilde.”“Eh?”“Wilde wrote: ‘The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of.