I watched many eyes, both male and female; follow our short journey to our booth, with all eyes focused on my mother. I knew if I was in their place, ...hat's what I'd be doing too. Jesus, she looked great; those new clothes sensually accentuated that fantastic body of hers, a body made for just one thing."Andy, are you sure I look okay?" my mother asked as we sat down, her nervous eyes scanning restlessly around the restaurant."You look great. What's the matter?" It felt like everyone was. The man look offended by something. It was pretty late, near about 12 at night and a gentle man like Peter usually never leaves house at 12.I approach the handsome dude and offered to buy him a drink. He was taken aback a bit but immediately gave in. I warmed up to him, talking sweet nothings. With time he started opening up, and became inhibition free. I came to know that he was facing the same problem that guys usually do; his wife had denied him sex for the day. Poor Peter! This must be very. " I don't buy that for a second, Boo (her pet name for me). Stand upand look me in the right in the eyes and say that."I stand up, certain I can prove Piper wrong, and stare right into herpiercing baby blue eyes," and say "I..I..I...........," and the floodgates open up. I start trembling, and gasping for breath, I onlybecome aware, minutes later, that I've been saying over and over again,"oh shit." I don't cry. I would normally cry, a big cleansing sissycry, maybe I just want to give the. We thought about driving but Susan said we should take a cab. I am not sure what the cabbie thought when he picked us up but he did spend a lot of time looking in the rear vision mirror.We got to the house. Did I say house? It was a mansion. It reeked of old money. I rang the doorbell and this guy answered. All in leather, the jacket covered in studs. “Come in darlings” he said staring at me. “We are Susan and Nancy” Susan said “friends of Fred and Sandy”. He smiled “well I am Rodney” he said.