If you get my drift." Sex?" Bingo, give that man a prize. Yeah, I think Mom is missing a good fuck now and then." Well, she can hire a gigolo, a male ...rostitute. Women do, I've heard." Oh, come on, how impersonal is that. That's a dick, not loving." Yeah, I suppose you're right. Has she tried an online service to meet people?" She says she has and that it's a bit like a meat market. Most of the guys just wanted a quick fuck and a home-cooked meal. Not necessarily in that order, according to. .Nikki's anxiety lessened, however, when she landed and was greeted inthe airport concourse by the smiling face of (and a friendly hug from)her mentor."Hey Nikki!" Jamie giggled as she escorted the twenty-one-year-old womanto their waiting taxi. "Did you have fun in Philadelphia?" Yep!" Nikki replied. "Mary's show went REALLY well, heh! Loads ofpeople at the meet and greet afterwards, too." That's good to hear," Jamie said. "So... Are we feeling any lesspanicky yet?" A bit, yeah," Nikki. I felt completely selfish! I should have stopped this a year ago! She was young and had her whole life ahead of her! I had no right to jeopardize her future! What if someone from Stanford had found out she was having an affair with a married man! I'm not married now, but I was when this began! I should have dismissed it as a crush and kept my distance! Then the vision of her naked in front of me wouldn't leave my mind. Her pale skin, the way her long red hair draped over her freckled shoulders,. Before sitting down I went inside and grabbed a beer for me and the girls ,then went to my room. I rolled a couple of joints and grabbed my guitar and before I went back out on the porch I asked Margret if the girls would want to smoke a joint.. I could see the girls through the window , watching them laugh at times. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but it looked like they were all having a good time.Before I could start playing the girls came out and we all got high. I play guitar better.