I could hardly concentrate on anything but I tried to relax with a hot bath, shaved my face and my genitals closely, dabbed my best aftershave on (fac... only!), ironed my Rolling Stones T-shirt, dressed and sprayed deodorant under my armpits.Then I started pacing, waiting for time to pass.At four o'clock I drove to the station and parked near the cafe. The Golden Primrose was more like an American diner than an English cafe. It was very wide (or long if you looked at it that way) but not very. Part of me was giving myself a mental high-five. I mean, what guy wouldn’t jump at the chance of bedding a willing teenager? And Kate was willing. Or at least Jess said she was.And then there was Jessica’s story of her own experience. I hadn’t asked for all that information, and wouldn’t have cared if she hadn’t given it to me. What she’d done in the past was in the past, and I while I hoped to have a future with her, I had no control over her past, and didn’t really need to know about it. But. I’ve been thinking about you. I miss you a lot, baby. Guess what am I doing right now?” She has already planned her next orgasm, her first for the day. And she is desperate to have it.While talking to Rajesh in this seductive voice, she sits on the bed with her back against the bed rest. She signals Vikas to come and go down on her. Vikas is the third guy she is enjoying since morning. But she hasn’t had an orgasm for herself at all. This is her chance, and she doesn’t want to let go of. People were walking in from outside, possibly because they heard singing.“In case you all were wondering who we are, my name is Michael Thomas, and the rest of these young people around me are My Gold Standard. We are on tour from Vincennes, Indiana!”While that got some applause, I took over and played and sang, “A Little Less Conversation,” the Elvis hit. I wasn’t trying to ‘do Elvis’ I just sang like I always do. During this, Peter and his wife walked in, and I asked, “How many of you have.