They had serious expressions on their faces, and I knewthat something bad was about to happen. Perhaps it had already happened!"What's going on?" I as...ed while placing my bag down on the table."Have a seat," Dad said. He had a slight smile on his face, but I couldalso see the sadness in his eyes. I complied, and sat down across fromthem."Your father and I have been discussing some things," Mom said, whichcaused me to worry even more."What?" I asked anxiously. I had a feeling this had something. Perhaps because I realized I wasnt as strong as I thought. And perhaps because I knew all the time that I wont prove as strong as I thought. I turned my inward rage out as all escapist do when unable to confront themselves. I rose in anger and said"what barriers do I see? For one, you are married. Understand that? You are married and I dont want you to be a slut sleeping around. And second, I am committed in a relationship. Even though you may not care for your commitment, I do for mine. And. Seconds past, I counted out – how long would I dare to stay like that, 10, 15, 20 seconds pasted – I said to myself at 30, I’ll step fully out of the door and count to 30 again standing there fully exposed. I looked for any of my neighbours, all looked quiet, but even with my short sightedness, I could see Ted across the way mowing his grass and another one I didn’t know much further away.I counted to 30 and tried to move my leg out the door to being fully on display, but my legs felt so. A man picked me up, in a nice big car. He was in his late forties with a bushy beard. He had a pleasant manner and we chatted about the usual things, including the weather. Somehow, the conversation came around to the taste of semen! He said that he really liked the salty taste, while I said that I had no experience. When he asked if he could taste mine, I politely refused. I declined 'free' oral sex, because of conditioning, growing up in Ireland in the eighties and being told that it.