The table conversation was confined to bland generalities, though Dad did tell Helen what he did for a living. He did not mention the international de...l; even Sally and Hazel had not heard about that, yet. I don't know why he was waiting, but Dad did not feel that the time was right to tell them that, yet.We spent about two hours over the meal before we headed upstairs. I could tell that Helen was still embarrassed that Mom and Dad knew why she was here, but I had explained that it was. I cannot see, though I am not blindfolded.I am laying on my back on something cold and hard...a marble or granite surface. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A basement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's. I rocked forward and let my knees touch the floor, and with my mouth now open in a submissive action, took him into it and swallowed his final spurt, his saltiness coating my tongue along its edges, as I swallowed.I got up and dropped my head in a respectful acknowledgement of his deed and moved further away, continually shadowed by this very lucky man.I met Eva at another section in the book store and the first thing she saw was his sperm on my clothes and hair.I told her my own version of. "Well Betty," said Uncle Roger when we stopped talking, "you seldom bring your work home from the office, but when you do it's a doozy. Darlene, if Betty thinks that highly of you I won't dispute her even if I think you are as crazy as a loon. Sorry dear, not professional language but I'm off duty and this is family." Perfectly acceptable, Roger. We psychiatrists understand the foibles of mere mortals." She turned to my newly declared love. "Since there are none of my patients present I can.