And I'd like to ravish you here and now. Unfortunately, that's not practical." It sounds nice, though." Yes, it does. So, here's what I suggest. Why d...n't we finish our meal and then go to my place for coffee and dessert. Mrs. Wheeler, my neighbor who is old enough to be my grandmother, keeps me supplied with homemade cakes and pies. And just as I was about to leave to meet you this evening, she delivered a chocolate angel-food cake." Okay." By the way," he added, as he picked up the familiar. I’m your son.Mom replied, “What’s wrong with you, Neil. Are you gone mad? Why are you talking like this?”I replied, “Sorry to say to you, mom, but I’m started sexually liking you. You are also hungry. Don’t hide your face from me now. I’m grown up now. I have seen your sex video. In that, dad just finished in 1-2 minutes only. How would you be satisfied then?”Mom replied angrily, “How dare you talk about both of us like this? You are gone out of your mind.”I replied cautiously, “Mom, I can’t. She does get turned down but not often. Most often she ends up with exactly who she marched up to and smiled at. When we first started the first part could take all night. She played it cool and coy exactly like when she was looking for love. Now she’s faster. Unless she’ goes slow just to piss me off. The things that can come out of that woman’s mouth. The way she can look at you saying them. It’s discombobulating. She can ask a question that only has one answer. That smile and that. . I was, er... enquiring..." But where to start? How to discuss such an intimate matter with a total stranger. Then I remembered the ad I'd stuck in my wallet. I fished it out and furtively slid it across her desk. "I've called to find out about this service. I understand they need volunteers."She gave a sweet smile of recognition and took a card from the drawer in her desk. She wrote a number on it and handed it to me. "Take the elevator in the corner to level 3, then walk along the corridor.