.." He kissed me again. Maybe yoga makes you a better kisser? Who knows? It was one of those kisses that a lot of guys wish they did or maybe brag abo...t, but don't really do right. Roger's kiss made me want to get my pants off right out there on the fucking sidewalk. It was twilight. The shadows there were dark enough so I thought nobody would see. I reached down and gave him a nice girly grope. I knew I couldn't get his pants down and suck him off as soon as we walked through the door.. at. Ever since childhood he would follow that directive and begin taking what was rightly his. Today was no exception.Neither of us could wait any longer. Father was planted in the recliner across the room, his hand down his pants, ready for the main event. I forcefully separated my mother’s legs, her fearful look growing. I firmly planted myself between her soft, freckled thighs. She knew this was it. The beast would penetrate her. But, no! He dropped and planted his angry face into the heat waves. When we left for brunch, I turned it on so it would be warm when we got back. The day passed, and we went out yet again, (no we’re not alcoholics), later that evening we ran in to some of my friends from Jersey, who were out late for Jerseyites, being that they had to take public transportation to get back to Jersey and then drive from the station home. Sally asked if she could crash at my apartment if it got too late, and since I’ve known her for years, and (my evil brain working overtime). I’ve burned your porn, I’m giving your comic book collection to the boy next door, and you’re going to give up Monday night football and all your other ridiculous pastimes and pay attention to Lady Lori Beth!?It took some time, but I got Nelson to sign up for cooking classes and also got him to begin reading books about hair and beauty so he could pamper me, and give me pedicures and help me with my hair and my bath. Nelson was rather thrilled with this; he had not been around many attractive.