.."I turned back to Bridgette. "What's the problem?" It's WRONG!" HOW is it wrong?" People don't DO that!" How do you know? How many people's privacy ...ave you breached to make this determination?" I demanded. While Bridgette was still sputtering, I turned to Alan. "This is prejudice. One of the sure signs of prejudice is that when you ask why, you get either stupid answers or none at all. That's because when Momma was told that she needed to hide herself from EVERYBODY, she was younger than you. Suck my tit baby ? I took her nipple in my mouth, T shirt and all, and began sucking. I did the best I could. Bite is baby . I gently bit moms nipple …. She pressed hard against my face… Baby, sit up please, lets do this right. I sat up in wonder, what she was going to do ? I was excited. Mom was fucking me. Would she really fuck me…, I mean…for real ? I got off her. Mom brought her legs up and whipped her panties off, and mere seconds later the T shirt flew off the bed. My beautiful,. "What the hell?" I frowned, continuing through it. There, on the last page, I found the answer I was looking for. In an odd script, the strange old man had written: "Sorry, Al. But that would be cheating. You're going to have to find your own way through this story. Wouldn't want to give away the whole story like that."Great, I thought, tossing the script in the wastebasket. Can't catch a break anywhere. Before I could do anything else, he grabbed my arm and led me outside again.Outside,. And finally Harold would attend also there.“Harold” I asked her very amused.“Yes” Said Helena. “You know he is gay, but it’s a lovely guy”I knew Harold was not gay. Maybe he was a little effeminate. But then most people believed he was gay. He was into female pursuits like cooking, knitting or decorating, than manly things like sports or mechanical repairs. He would definitely want to attend and might live things up. I was happy of getting rid of my lovely Victor for one night. And he was happy.