‘Let’s go inside.’ At the time, it seemed like a good idea. After all, that’s why we were there — to go inside and see the show. But as I op...ned the door, Bill finished singing Gobots From Hell, and started singing Dancing on the Ceiling by Lionel Richie! The effect was as horrible as one would expect. Everyone in the club began screaming as their ears were assaulted by the noise, and the floor beneath us began to quake. The weasels and penguins in the room began bouncing off the walls. I moseyed up to the bar and ordered a Mexican beer. I was flush with money, so I didn't mind paying the 12¢ for the beer. Most men took the local beer at 6¢ per mug, but my tastes were too refined for that. I picked up my bottle and glass and looked around for a place to sit. Most of the tables were empty, and not even the poker table was filled.I was feeling kind of lucky, what with all of the reward money I had coming my way, so I decided to sit in on the poker game. It was a penny-ante game,. "Well," she said, looking at her wristwatch, "I have to go or the boss is going to have a kitten." I surprised myself with how disappointed I was at her leaving. I stood up with her. She hesitated and wet her lips before saying anything more."Ron... can we go somewhere some time and talk? I mean, without having to get up and leave because we have to be somewhere?" I looked at her for a long moment. There'd been a faintly pleading note in her voice."Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?". “Mom, you’re not mad at me are you”?“No, Honey. I know boys your age start getting feelings like that, but we probably should not do that again”. Mom lay back on her back and a little squeal escaped her lips. With a slight smile she said, “You’re just like your father. You left a wet spot on my side of the bed for me to sleep in”.I scooted over farther on my side, “Here, move this way”.As mom moved to my side of the bed, she turned over so her back was to me. I moved up against her and put my.