She also sat me down for a talk about what my plans were for the future. We discussed everything, even the amount of money I was making which shocked ...er. She told me I should go for it and make as much money at it as I could. She even said that she was proud that I was so well-endowed and that I should proudly show my equipment for the pleasure of others. That's my mom.Then, one Saturday night, I was the opener and had done my set when the manager came backstage to give me a note."Here's. .you know."Amy cocked her head to the side, "No, I don't know. Enlighten me, please. For a doctor to be, you're not being very eloquent or coherent." Come on, Amy. You know what I'm talking about. You guys look like you're...like you're..." She exhaled loudly before going straight out, "like you're more than friends." What do you mean? What more can we be?" Amy was truly at a loss; her naiveté apparently getting the better of her."Amy, you can't be that innocent, can you?" At the blank look on. ’ ‘Paris?’ He snorted. ‘Don’t worry, you made the right choice. The Waterman Ranch is greater than any site you could see in Paris.’ ‘Greater than the Louvre?’ ‘Yes,’ he smiled. ‘What about Notre Dame?’ ‘You bet.’ ‘Or the Eiffel Tower?’ ‘Oui, mademoiselle.’ The French was comical with his southern accent. ‘I’m sorry, but I fail to see how a bunch of dirt and horses live up to all of those things.’ ‘Careful, California, before I take offense. That’s my ranch you’re talkin’ about,’ he said it. I knew I was in for a grilling about the side-money. I was sitting but still had my feet on the rug as she stood close in front of me. Not able to get her to change the topic of conversion I reached out and grabbed her skinny butt with both hands and tried to pull her down into my lap. She resisted but now the front of her slacks was right in my face and I had had just enough champagne in me to do something! She had already pulled the tail of her blouse out so I reached up and unzipped her and.