The next day when I opened the door he had a magazine with him, it was an XXX magmagazine with scenes of sex, from intercourse to bj's. He flipped thr...ugh the pages to show it to me and asked if I liked it.I said yes, then he asked if I was alone and I said yes and I invited him in.I couldn't believe what was going on in my head. I was so scared, but excited too.He came in and I closed the door, I turned towards him and before I could say or do anything, he took my hand and placed it on his. I called out in English, "Get your clothes on Jazzer, and come out here!" I sat in an easy chair and addressed Greta, in German. "You, Greta, make us some coffee -- and get yourself looking decent." She looked at me in amazement but disappeared into the kitchen.Jazzer came out of the bedroom, a mixture of sheepishness, stubbornness and fear on his young face. I indicated for him to sit down, and then I talked to him like a Dutch uncle. I pointed out Greta's occupation of whore; I pointed out. . here is what i posted..It was a stressful day at work, nothing crazy just busy as hell. All I could think about is going home to watch a couple vids online and relax on the couch. But i decide instead to try something i havent done, reach out to a professional. Someone told me about back page san diego, which is kind of like craigslist without all the bullshit "this add is flagged". I browsed in the rub down section and found someone close that could provide a nice rub down and happy ending.. ” She said jokingly. “Umm, okay. Umm, what... happened last night?” I forced myself to say.“I don't really know... we were drinking and that's all I remember. We must have gotten pretty hammered.” She said trying to piece the night together. I'm completely dumbstruck. Does she actually not remember getting ****d? Did it even happen... what if it was a super vivid dream?“The only thing I do remember was that you were having a good time, and I'm pretty sure I did too.” We started eating breakfast.