I looked up at his face. His eyes went to my lips seconds before he kissed me.I had kissed girls before, but they were simple kisses. When Tony kissed...me – and kept kissing me – I let my lips part. He was quick to seize the opportunity and his tongue thrust between them.The surprise was smothered by the wet, somehow sexy, wriggling thing in my mouth. My tongue naturally wriggled around it as well. It went on and on. I was as hard as a rock and Tony’s hand found my dick. He broke the kiss then. He should be writing for The New Yorker, or one of those classy magazines." Sounds like a harmonious relationship," I laughed.My father looked over at me and shook his head slightly. I think I still baffledhim but I couldn't help it. I was being less guarded with my language these days. I was going to have to be careful since I had a tendency to swear. What might have been acceptable in the nineties was definitely not in the sixties. I was growing accustomed to my surroundings in this second. I quickly pulled my hand back and tried to hide the flush of shame and self-hate that filled my face. I never tried to touch her again.Back at the bar, Celeste and I got stinking drunk over the next four hours. Beers and shots and slammers, empty glasses accumulating on the bartop. Money ran out before desire to consume more did, and I helped her to my car, taking her keys with me. I didn’t want her driving, even though I was in no condition to drive myself. With typical male macho thinking, I. Chloe told me that Mother was furious with me and I was in big trouble this time. We entered what was the garage and in the centre of the room there was a type of bench. I am not sure what it’s original purpose was. But it served invaluable for when mainly I had done wrong to be strapped over it.And as I was being secured by Mother and Chloe, Mother was so angry. I had never knownher this angry. And as she pulled the strap through to find the hole, she gave it an extra tug to make it really.