That was his problem, he decided (yet again). Women were interested in men with money, or movie star looks. But maybe, at this park, he might find a w...man who'd look past that, to his inner self. Maybe he could find a soul mate. At least, that was his hope."May I help you?"Howard looked up nervously at the young lady in the ticket booth. She had a warm friendly smile, the type that could brighten any day. Instantly, he felt a bit more at ease. "Uh," he mumbled, "I'd like a ticket."The young. Her hand ran up and down my hip, sliding down towards my groin. But I gently took her wrist in my hand. ‘Not yet,’ I said. First it was her turn. I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. She breathed deeply, and a rosy flush formed on her upper chest, circling like a necklace. I examined her hand. The lines on her palms crossed. The primary lines: love line, life line, and head line. One of the minor lines was surely a sex line, but it was hard to pick which one. I slipped my tongue. He asked me about school and girls - both of which I mumbled some answers.He was clueless and I felt ashamed with my knowledge!Mom was home right this moment, wearing white stockings and probably nothing else. Was she on her knees with her round plump bum up in the air? Or on her back with her toes pointed towards the ceiling.I loved my dad and until my shock the day before, I would have said the same about mom. How could she do this to him? So they didn't have a passionate relationship any. Would you like to stay when boys are here or would you like to take a hike to Gym and pool for a while? She completely ignored my consent and gave me a choice to humiliation. She knew that I got her message but pretended to be ignorant.I gently moved her away from me and looked in to her eyes and asked her, what makes her think that boys are interested in her? She also was adamant that she makes her point blank by starring at me and said, I needn’t have to worry about that, She can manage the.