She said utterly casually, with no hint of anything sinister in her voice, “I can’t go sailing this weekend. I have a date.”THAT statement dropp...d on me like a cartoon safe. I said, “Excuse me – did I hear you right? Did you say that you had a date?”She said absentmindedly, “Yes Anthony Piccardi asked me to go into the City with him. He has tickets for Wicked for tonight.”My head exploded. Okay, we had never talked about it. But I just assumed we were exclusive. Admittedly I hadn’t tried to. They wanted me and mom to reach the hospital at the earliest and be prepared to stay for two to three nights since dad was in ICCU.I was absolutely shocked. Dad was so healthy this morning when he left for office. I went to mom who was preparing dinner in the kitchen and told her, “Ma Dad has had a heart attack. He is in hospital. They are operating in a day or two. We need to rush to the hospital immediately and stay there for a day or two till the operation is over and he has stabilised. We. I hailed a cab and asked the driver to drop us off near Union Station. This area of D.C. is nice during the day but can get a bit rough at night (little room or patience for young suburban white k**s). It was still day light as we walked to the nearby park across the street. The park is known for illicit activities, mostly prostitution, but I was told earlier that I could score pot through any of the prostitutes. I was quickly approached by a nice woman asking me if me and my sweetie were. They had to experience the soundsof lovemaking, the murmured words of passion, even the scents of bodiestaken to the limits of ecstasy. When at last the nearly-hour-longencounters were over, the shaken sissies were summoned to perform theirusual pussy-tongue-baths, except that now there was the addedunthinkable belittlement of having the men who had left those messespresent to sneer and chortle and make jeering comments."You love slurping up my sperm, don't you, Tammy?" Y... yes, Sir." (lick.