She wants grandchildren, and she wants them yesterday. Ever since I passed 25, she’s been breathing down my neck to get settle down, get married and...start popping out babies. The more the merrier! She figures that if I make the guy wait, he’ll buy my the ring. ‘You’re a beautiful girl, Nicole. Any man is going to want to marry you if he knows it’s the only way to get into your pants.’ ‘Mother!!!’ Why must our mothers embarrass us like this? Why must they always say what seems like the most. Charlotte had hardly kissed a boy and never with tounge. Her parents had barely seen her naked, let alone anyone else. In the girl's locker she'd use the private handicapped stall rather then be in a room with naked girls. Forget about naked boys. She considered porn sites discusting and silly. Even works of art of naked men and women, she'd avert her eyes.While part of her was curious she was far to afraid to get pregnant, raped or get an std. There was just too much that could go wrong. No. But they had this orchestrated. I had been identified and their lunchtime plan was apparently in place. With the first man standing in front of the stall, staring down at me, the man at the last urinal, after a few words from the first man was unzipping and moving into position just outside the concrete "L", where he assumed guard. After I sucked off the first man, he then went on guard and each man after that went on watch after getting sucked off. The first man on guard was next. With the. I had heard of cases where patients under anesthesia had still felt the surgery or heard every word mentioned around them. Now I was experiencing it. There was another female voice. ‘Hi Julie, how is Mr. Alexander doing?’ The other female said, ‘Hi Doctor James, the monitors are good, and his oxygen levels are staying pretty high.’ The doctor replied. ‘Well the next 24 hours will tell the story. This time tomorrow we will remove the ventilator and see how he does on his own. He is a very lucky.