It must win." She fretted on and on."Now hush up. You know your meatloaf is the best anybody around here ever tasted. Just wait." Pa could care less w...ether her meatloaf was judged a winner or not, just so long as she kept making it at home once a week, every Wednesday. No matter, Ma kept fretting and worrying as the judges drew closer to her entry.Finally they tasted it, each of the three judges in his turn. They looked at each other and tasted again. This time they took big bites of it, then. I was fairly sure I could seduce both of them once they got into my "examination".What I didn't tell them was the things that happened between my real Dr. and me. I didn't tell them about the way I would be placed in steel stirrups, spread wide apart while he and the pretty nurse worked on my young, teenage body. I didn't tell them about the large and uncomfortable enemas or the probing rectal exams with rubber gloved fingers and various vibrators and dildos. They weren't ready to hear about. "Would you like a glass a glass of wine, or something stronger," he asks.I look over at his well stocked bar and think I'll save the strong stufffor Friday, and tell him wine would be lovely.He goes off to get the chardonnay, I go into his study, and unpack myfiles and set them out for later.The room, which was probably originally a third bedroom has a desk and asofa bed. And since I've moved in James has set up a trestle table and ablock of drawers below it for me to work at, because he needs. "Jack, if I put in jail every guy we pick up with a woman other than his wife, there would be very few men walking the streets. That goes for presidents like Kennedy and Clinton all the way down to the bellhops at the Radisson. In your case, I agree with you. Some prick has set the hook in Pam, and has reeled her in. You probably won't get Pam back. And if you could, would you want her?" Good question. Folks in glass houses should not throw stones. I've strayed a couple times, so I want to see.