”“Is he that good?” mom asked curiously.“Yes he is.” Jules said quietly, so I could barely hear her. “Last night I had the first two orgas...s in five years.”“That’s two more than I’ve had.” Mom said sorrowfully.I felt sorry for my mother then; I’d always resented her whoring, never cooking for us, dressing up, out late every night. I’d imagined that she was having fun, partying and fucking. Now I realized that wasn’t so.“It’s a tough profession.” Jules said, “I was sort of on the game for a. The Blackstone Bar and Grill, where Mia and her band were playing tonight, was the most likely spot for Stan to finally act out the realization of his fantasy. Tonight he had positioned himself at the back of the crowd, since one had to cross all the way to the back to get to the restrooms. The first set was nearing its close, and so Stan got to his feet and headed to the restrooms in back. The men's room was directly across from the women's, and Stan headed into the room shared by his gender.. If I was twenty-six and she was twenty-three, no one would have cared. If I was thirty-six and she was twenty-three it might have raised a few eyebrows but we could have pulled it off.However, with me being sixteen and her thirteen, my dad would have shot me. Even though the difference was only three years, the gulf between us was too large for us to leap.I had a car and played in a band. I was two years away from adulthood. She was still a child.Apparently, no one told her that though. From. I opened my eyes to see this life my father died for and instantly understood why my father would sacrifice himself for such a thing. The beauty of all I saw was fantastic from waterfalls and seas to the mountains and volcanos and even the sky. But the beauty of one thing did shock me. The life that my father created was far more evolved but all the more beautiful the way it shone with vigor and purpose was simply breath taking (if I breathed that is). It was then that I decided to become a.