I'm still thinking about this morning's bedroom fun.What about Duke? Your son's looking up to you, trusting you to make this right.Isn't he? He never ...isplayed any hesitation. Suddenly, last night he's all smiles and understanding. Was he... manipulating me? If so, even a little, he's even smarter than I thought. Wow, good job young man! But, I'm thinking he's a little conflicted too. Some of what he said came from the heart.What do I do? I have to go along anyway. May as well enjoy the ride.. ”“Boy, you really know how to build a guy’s ego,” he replied.“No…no… I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, trying to extract my foot from my mouth. “What I was trying to say was that it is so small compared to how big it is when you are hard.” Smiling, he said, “I knew what you meant.”As I was stroking him he whispered, “I may have written a check with my mouth that my body can’t cash.”“Huh?” I asked.“Jenn, I’m an old man. I’m lucky I can get it up at all without prescription drugs, never mind. I found my own rap3 funny? Fuck me, what had I been given last night? Colors felt, odors seen? Fuck it, I put the ice pack between my legs where it was really needed. I grabbed an open bottle of champagne and rinsed and spit out the dried lumps of sperm in my mouth. No Petra… living room, lounge, dining room… back to the bedroom, Alex snoring… dressing room, the bathroom... Shit I looked a mess in the full length mirrors. I grabbed a washcloth, dampened it and tried to wipe the streaks of cum. The route to the table would only permit a single-person wide lineup, and there were no signs indicating how to get to where I was. This particular store was well known for the surliness of its staff, so I supposed that I couldn't expect anything better.An hour went by, during which I had signed no more than twelve copies of my book. I was also beginning to wonder who had the worst attitude—the staff in the store, or the customers who sought me out in my little alcove. My back was starting to.