Some days I can't remember what I had for breakfast, but I can see these events as bright as day even though they began more than fifty years ago. I'm...now senior partner at one of the country's most powerful law firms. I made a fortune taking on big oil, tobacco, and the pharmaceutical industries. CNN once described my courtroom performance as "magical" because of my ability to anticipate my opponent's every move. Remember—I told you I always used my magic for good.MP had promised me sex three. I could feel the bulge through my pants as waited by the bathroom. I decided to play a game. I knew she was drunk and the club was packed. I also knew she was good at turning men down from a dance but not while she was drunk. So I decided to hide and follow her through the club. I had it figured out. If she tried to leave I would act like I found you and say "I've been looking all over for you". She came out and like I thought you looked up and down the club for me. I was nowhere to be found. The whole thing with this Jim Carpenter was a joke, a bad joke. He was new in the area. He was a braggart and a bull-shitter, but he had money and finagled a membership in the country-club my Helen said we absolutely had to be members of.Helen is a blond goddess. She’s a statuesque 5’11”. She has beautiful blue eyes, and the kind of face and figure men fight wars over. Her name is Helen after all. Homer said the Spartan girl had a face that launched a thousand ships; well my Helen is so. A guy called Hank or Fank or something decided to liven up the thin population and went for some fireworks. Unfortunately, in his drunk state, he managed to burn up a whole bale of hay.Dad was furious.As soon as he put out the fire, my Dad stormed towards me. I cowered back, trembling with fear at the thought of physical punishment. Dad was a strong guy, used to handling the vast farm by himself, and his slaps, said the voice of experience, would be the equivalent of twenty horses' hooves.