”“I don’t remember you”, I said. “What did you do?”“You know, I had made myself quite uninteresting, coat, tie, put up a stammer. Well, ... sat in the corner, Saturday night and when you came to my table, I order a”. – and with this, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me down. I hadn’t expected it but managed to turn, kick him and free myself. But he was too fast for me, had me by the knees and kept me lying. He rolled over on me and held me tight, smiling into my eyes. I waited, I knew what was. It was in fact lightly manufactured by the most skilled artisans on the left bank, in between radical posturings at the cafe terminus. Then it was gently packaged and delicately transported to the finest table in all of this wonderous city, where it will have to be ravenously devoured with the utmost precision by the most gorgeous male in the whole world.’ ‘Is that me?’ ‘It could be – unless you have muesli?’ ‘Are you trying to force my hand?’ ‘Would I do that?’ ‘I believe you might attempt. I explained to the ex-GF what I was doing and she was receptive - however, she wanted to get a closer look at "a hooker at work". So I called a nightcap, told her to come now, and she arrived at the hotel. When she spotted the ex-GF, it set off alarms and she nearly left. We talked for about an hour until I flashed some cash and work was to be done. The ex-GF sat in a chair as I laid back on the bed, put on a condom, and the girl did her business. The ex-GF just watched.I finished, so did. I wondered how many names there were for a girl's sex."She also figured out I got pregnant with Eddie when I was sixteen," she said.Dad nodded, chuckled and said, "So, she thought a blow job sounded yucky, huh? Well, she sure is different from her mom."Mom slapped Dad's arm and told him to shut up, but he didn't."I can still remember when you and Sally learned about giving head. Shit, you weren't much older than Jen is when you first did it," he laughed."That's different, Harry. You, Tommy, Al.