“Where is Jim?” Kate asked. “He should be back shortly,” Lynn said, “We left the house gift at home so he ran over to get it.” “He’d b...tter hurry,” I said, looking at Phil. Phil paused in a slightly puzzled look at me. I held his gaze. Without comprehension he let the comment pass. “Here’s Jim now,” Lynn said and held out her hand to her husband who slid in next to her and beamed. Introductions went all around and the conversation proceeded as they usually do in a casual party setting until it. Who knows why?One night when she'd been working late and we'd finally gotteninto bed and I made my muff diving moves as a preliminary to ourregular lovemaking, she'd said, "No, Tim, I want the realthing!" Then when I finished giving her the real thing and wassurprised to find I still wanted to go down on her, she'd said,"No more! I'm messy, you wouldn't like it!" The same thing the next time. And the time after that. So aftera while I'd quit trying. She'd made her choice, and I chose togo along. Always getting leftovers,’ She growled in response, not really feeling much sympathy. ‘Except for me, I suppose. I’ve never been here before, so you would be the first.’ ‘Hmph… leftovers. How ironic… dogs are usually left with leftovers. Which puts me in sort of… the place of the dog. And you as the cat. Ironic.’ His eyes narrowed, his right hand lashing up to strike her across the face, ‘How I hate such things. As I hate the tone in your voice. But no matter… your attitude doesn’t change how. Wish you'd been circumcised. And exercise it regularly, best way is with a girl. Understand? Nothing wrong with masturbation, perfectly normal, but girls are a lot better. Doesn't you school have a couple of sluts?."I nodded and hoped my prong would relax. I wanted to jerk it like I did almost every day."I assure you, young man, you are going to be very popular with the other sex." He signed my school form and handed it to. "Good luck in football." He smiled and I got dressed.On the way down in.