“Bea, no offense, but really, I’m not looking to hook up,” I said. “I ain’t got nothing a woman would want. I did once I think, but those da...s are long in the past.”“I didn’t say I wanted to go to bed with you. I asked if you would like to have dinner with me. Sheesh!” she said.“Oh, well okay, I guess,” I said. “I mean I just...”“I know, you’re just depressed and down on yourself and believe, wrongly in my opinion, that you have nothing to offer a woman. You’re wrong. But tonight, is not about. I'm a boob man. I usually click on "Big Tits" or "Curvy". Dozens of women of all ages appear. I click on those that intrigue me. The ones with purple hair, or tattoos, or piercings, I ignore. I really hate skanky.So I'm looking at a woman with her top on. She might be twenty, or she might be fifty. Because she's a woman, she can't seem to point the camera at what we actually want to see, and she thinks we are more interested in her hair or her dancing, or the cushions on the bed, and we are all. “Yours or mine?”“Mine.” Brian opened the cooler and dug to the bottom of the ice. “This stuff is supposed to knock you on your ass.” He pulled the bag out and dried it with a paper towel. “Do you prefer bowl or papers?”“Bowl.”“Bowl it is. I’ll be right back.” Brian picked up a candle and disappeared into the living room. He returned a few seconds with a small metal pipe and set it on the counter with the candle.“That’s your bowl? I prefer glass. Can we use mine?” Katie didn’t wait for. Adam did feel like, however, that there were people looking at him and even thought he saw someone point in his direction, but dismissed it as attention being paid toward his easily recognized mother. In his opinion, the food was excellent and he enjoyed talking with his mother, who sat on his right. On his left was the wife of the mayor, with the mayor on her other side. The woman introduced herself as Elizabeth and introduced her husband to Adam as well. Only occasionally did she attempt to.