Not worth a dime or a minute's time. Fuckin' mooks making themselves out ter be something they ain't. Billy big-balls' talkin' a crock of shit. Fuckin...flapdoodle motherfuckers. Well, I got a story and at the end you judge whether I'm a mook or the real fuckin' deal.Starts in 1982 - with a fine piece of New Jersey ass dancin' on a table....Dolores was stood on the table, red kitten heels, net bodystocking, cascading blonde hair and a sexy pout --me? I was uncomfortable--hot as hell in that room. I asked about her mum and was told she doesn’t seem to have time as she works all hours, she has had boyfriends, probably too many (Sam’s words, not mine), “She’s a good fuck though sir, maybe you two can hook up and be my daddy” she said with a hint of sarcasm and a lot of laughter but it was a train of thought I had gone down, but I am 40 and single for a reason… I can’t settle.“I could always be your secret daddy” I said more in jest than seriousness but it gave her something to think about,. ’ She said, ‘My friends and I are calling a cab.’ Five of them in all, too many for a normal car. ‘That’s rough, I wanted to see you before you left.’ I said. But absence makes the heart grow fonder she said. We would see each other upon our returns. We said we would talk next week sometime for sure. I turned off my phone and tossed it on the desk amidst the papers. I made my bed and left. I went to the bar with six friends and met more there. We were on the street until 5 am. Dawn found us. I took her to home and I even left to my home.That night, our both family members were leaving to the next town in order to attend a reception which was going to be held on the next day. As she is there they left both of us in a single home and they went. Here comes the fun. I and she are sitting in the couch and she is moving closer to me. In a simple way to tease her I acted like getting scared. She didn’t understand what’s going on she tried a lot but my behaviour seems odd to her. So she.