Heartwood like this was almost non-existent.There was stonework as well, though not nearly as much. The kitchen floor was slate, as were the floors in...front of the fireplaces. All the fireplace mantels and the entrance steps were granite, possibly from the property. Most of the fireplaces were simple fired brick, but the Parlor repeated the tiger stripe theme in limestone and slate.More important were the exceptions. The unpaneled walls were plaster, almost all of it crumbling. Many of these. As I turned to leave, the boy, who was round-faced and sort of chubby,asked me where I went to school. I told him I was going into 7th Grade,and I spoke very timidly and shyly to him."Oh, that's nice," he said. "I'm going into 10th this fall."I gave him a little tilt of my head, using my right hand to brush myhair in a girly fashion, as if I were flirting with him, too. It was sogreat seeing an older boy take an interest in me. I realized I wasbecoming a terrible flirt."The boss isn't here. As I picked up the glass and inhaled the heady aroma, I was deep in thought. Jesus Christ, that really had been Alison in the restaurant. Shit, talk about a walk down a deep dark and very painful memory lane.I raised my glass to my reflection in the mirror behind the bar and drank a toast to the man I’d become. The thirty-year-old man reflected in the glass toasted me back. I’m Josh, Joshua Thomas, but only my mother calls me by my full first name. I’m a tad over six feet when I’m not sitting. This is always a good sign... without the wine, she's a prude, uninterested in any sexy times. But with a glass or two, she gets a little warm and a little turned on.She had three glasses.Twenty minutes later, she dragged me upstairs. "I'm sleepy!" she protested. But as soon as she got into bed, the sound of her magic wand came from under the blankets. I slipped off my boxers and started to stroke myself, getting ready for her. She likes to have her neck and chest kissed while she vibrates.