"You screwing any guys my age?" Dad asked."No daddy, I'm only screwing the two guys from last night and they are my age. But I promise you I will keep...an open mind about guys your age." I stared hard at him. I was waiting to see if he was going to do any explaining all about that line of conversation to mom. He obviously didn't want to open that particular can of worms."Well if you need any help your mother is pretty good at picking men to sleep with," he suggested."Oh what does that mean?" I. The other pedestrians flow around them."You can spit on me for a dollar," she offers.Fuller stares at her speechless."I know you despise me."For a minute, Fuller stops breathing. He is dressed in a business suit standing at a busy downtown street corner across from a park. He looks down at the panhandler. She is dressed in old blue jeans and a man's faded, plaid, wool shirt.She's thin with long brown hair. Her hair is parted in the middle. Her face has a pale, innocent, almost angelic look.In. ‘You’re up.’ He served me breakfast, cut my fruits, poured more coffee and generally and gradually helped me return to the land of the living. I told him I had felt better in my life, but thanks to him, I knew I could go on. He told me to bathe then go back to bed. He’d wake me in the early afternoon. I did as he suggested and fell right back asleep after my bath. Later, as I was in the middle of a beautiful dream, I slowly realized someone was stroking my face saying my name in the quietest. He placed her gently on the plush sofa, made her comfortable and knelt down in front of her. He took her shoes off her feet and massaged them gently, looking into her eyes he caressed her legs and placed soft kisses on each leg as he travelled from her feet to her thighs. He took in the painted toes, showing through the stretched white nylon of her stockings, this was turning into his favourite fantasy. Parting her legs gently he slowly stroked and kissed his way. He could tell she was enjoying.