As he sipped his coffee and waited for his food, memories crept up on him. It always seemed to happen when he came to town, another of the many reason... he avoided civilization unless forced. He would be around people and the memories would come, rarely would they be pleasant.This diner evoked memories of a little place called Morro Bay, down the coast in central California. It was a place much like this where his last real relationship ended, damn near ten years ago. He had been back from. On the drive home, she leaned over (I have those crummy bucket seats) and ran her hand gently along my thigh, occasionally rubbing it over my continuing erection. It’d only gone down intermittently during the course of the evening. I tried holding her as much as I could, but it was hard to do while driving. Modern cars just aren’t designed for romantic interludes in the front seats while driving.Pulling up at my house, I escorted her into the now eerily quiet and seemingly empty house. True to. I call him Jimbo as an endearment. I never did like the name Jimmy but I did like Jimbo. The psychologists had to watch me closely during that timeframe to make sure that I would not do anything to harm myself or the baby. By that time, my mind had already been overrun by the female hormones and I would not have hurt a fly. I was in love with the fact that I had a baby and that he depended on me for survival. It was quite a turnaround from being father material to mother material.I may not be. " Huh?" Amanda repeats.Alex sighs yet again, "The pertinent points are: the place I come from is not the source of all evil on earth; my friends and I do not get our jollies torturing damned souls for all of eternity; and I have no intention of making you vomit pea soup."Slightly mollified, Amanda asks, "So what do you want with me?" I thought we covered that already? No? Okay, then. I'm on vacation! Two wonderful weeks of experiencing all the pleasures that a physical body can offer." You.