I sat with Angela who asked why I wasn't my "ebullient" self. I told her."Oh, don't worry!" she said. "A laparoscopy's about as safe as a tonsillectom... these days." Really?" Really. They may not even keep her overnight."When I got home, Martha was there. Patrick was napping. "Gordy, can I ask you something?" Of course." You're always telling Patrick stories. All sorts of stories." Yes?" Why?" It's my way of teaching. All over the English-speaking world, children are raised listening to stories. "Have you ever held a baby?" I asked, hoping he could give me a hint as to what I should do.He shook his head, like he was afraid that the sound of his voice would frighten the child. The baby seemed satisfied to sit in my lap and watch its mother. Once I was sure the kid wasn't goingto cry, I began telling Roland about my family's business. He listened intently, but didn't ask questions.The baby's mother took our dishes to the kitchen and came back to collect her baby. "Thank you, Mr. Oldham.. She stared and said “I shouldn’t do this but I just have to…“ She planted a big wet kiss right on the end of his penis, rubbing his precum around the head with her pursed lips. Then she was up and sitting on the table, her legs spread as she pulled him toward her. "Buddy" she said in a husky voice. "I shouldn’t be doing this - I've NEVER done this - but I have to have you right now." She flipped her skirt up to her waist, exposing the panties one more time and her hand pulled his rod to. Amazingly after a couple of conversations, I managed to convince her to meet.I’d developed a bit of a formula for my online dates. Meet near my place and have a couple drinks. If there was chemistry, invite my date home for another drink. Step one was in place, but it turned out that Rose never drank anything stronger than coffee. In my mind this didn’t bode well. I assumed a virgin would need something to loosen her inhibitions. Surprisingly just about when we seemed to run out of things to.