.. Or is it? Let's just say it is though. One night when I was nineteen years old I found myself searching the mw4m ads on Craigslist. The situati...n was horny and desperate. After a marathon of fakes, flakes, and robots it seemed I would never reach the finish. But fate had other plans for me, plans on me role playing "parent/son" style with a couple in their fifties. The ad read something like "bi couple looking for boy toy" age said "50". I'm not gay, but naturally my interest was. Not really at my feet, but in my direction sort of, as if the falling phone had decided that it's best chance of survival lay in being close to me. My immediate impulse is to help pick up the pieces, but she stops right there, bends over and picks up the pieces. About that time I'm wondering about how it is that I didn't RUSH to help, as that is sort of my bent, but I just sort of shrug it off as, well, it's not like there was immediate danger or anything. This was a cell phone, not a hand. Since its a new place i have arrange my food with a near by home, Where they will provide me lunch and dinner. They are three in their family mother and two daughter. The story of the heroin is their second daughter. She is doing her Arts degree , I used go to their home for food daily, so the entire family got close to me. So my relationship started with that girls with initial chats and extended daily phone talk.This happened one day, when i was late from my office,I informed them ill be. "We can't let Marcia see this," Walt said."Goodness no." Call her. Tell her...I don't know, tell her anything. Just get her tocome in a little later than usual. Until I can get this cleaned up." We'll have to call the police in any event." No," Walt said instinctively. "I don't want this to get out. I'll handleit."Grace caught the tone in Walt's voice. She laid her hand gently on histattooed forearm and took it away against instinctively. It was electricwith a bad energy."No Walt. That's not.