That's what we know about me, what do we know about you?" I asked with a smile. I knew it was coming but it sure as hell didn't make it hurt any less....Not the face," Molly said.Barry punched me in the left breast. I had been hit there before but the most recent blow was while I was wearing the vest and it was by a slug. I screamed because of the old injury. It was gut wrenching."That's enough," Molly said. Then she walked up and spoke to me. "You been hurt there before?" Kicked by a no good. . to feel like shit every day of your life and know there's nothing you can do about it... So that's why she told me, don't do it. Don't stay with this guy, if you're not completely happy with where your life is going with him, because sure as shit, the longer you stay, the harder it'll be to leave."Gayle reached over to the coffee table for her glass and took a sip, and then held it between her hands in her lap."So how did you do it?" I whispered. "Did you tell him? Or..."She nodded. An eighteen-year-old virgin was a source of ridicule. Couples like us who missed the free love boat were urged to get aboard.By 1975 middle America Tupperware parties became "Fuckerwear Parties" with a middle class married woman host selling lingerie, lovemaking oils, and sex toys. Pornography was on the big screen with, Deep Throat and Behind the Green Door. Woman’s magazines like Cosmopolitan and Redbook were full of articles titled, How to Experience Sex, Casual and Anonymous Sex, Your. I caught a glimpse of Chubby getting a lap dance, and he saw me too. "Hey, Mike, let that shut in bastard through yeah!!"I smirked at the bouncer, "Told you I was on the list."I walked through the door, and my nose was assaulted by the smell of booze, smoke, and sex but at least it was quiet. I walked up to Chubby with my arms wide, knowing that he'd want a hug, "Hey, Chubby!"Chubby got a big grin, threw the girl who was giving him a lap danceof, stood up and gave me a big bear hug. "John, you.