It states a simple single question from someone in Europe: "When was the first time you wanted a man to fuck you?I want to know when were you ready to...get fucked? Not when was your first time!" Still I am amazed by the answers!I like to phrase it a bit more polite and be precise in my try to this intimate investigation of first erotic experiences.I am as curious as the person who wrote that blog, for first time you realised something as sex exists in human life?I can imagine that some knew. Part of it may have been Phil’s intensely brooding demeanor. Given his reputation for blowing up at unseen creatures with seemingly little provocation, few were willing to risk it.“Did you see it?” Tracy asked as they entered her clinic.Phil simply nodded, holding his hands palms up.“Nathan is interested in how you plan to respond,” Nancy Ellison said, stepping forward.“That all depends on where the information originated. Do any of you recognize the office where the shot was taken?”“It’s not. Lisa was stirring, so I kissed her awake and said that I had to go in early as I was leaving from her air park by nine. She stretched and said, "I have a flight about nine or ten today, so I'll go with you."I was in the shower when little Lisa got in with me. She held on to my appendage and said, "That was nice last night. You do know how to put a girl to sleep. She kissed me and said, "Be careful in making me so happy, I might want a steady diet of it."We showered and dressed, with me putting. I can't remember her name, but she was a reasonably attractive woman in her late 30s to mid 40s (to me, at 23, she seemed really old), who wanted to join her husband in Anchorage and was willing to pay her own travel expenses plus $200 to me for gas money. That seemed fair, so on the appointed day I drove to Livingston and picked her up. Then we bravely headed north.We crossed the border into Canada at Sweetgrass, MT, and drove through Lethbridge, Calgary and Edmonton, turning west to Grand.