One of these guys was brash & quite crude. One of those stereotypical Latin ultra macho males that think they are all that. This is the one I least wa...ted to suck but ended up being the one that kept me wanting more of him. To this day I still think back & don't quite get it. I guess his being so damn cocky made me feel I was getting back at my husband even more. Well enough of the psychoanalysis & let's get to the SEX!So about a week after that night I get a call while at my in-laws. I don't. . On the corner of Alexandria and Columbia." Emmy figures that she could have him pick her up just down the street from her father's place."Near the convenience store there?" "Yeah, I'll be there." I'll pick you up at nine, is that good? I'll be driving a dark blue minivan." OK." Emmy answers, her hand shaking a little."Don't flake out on me." The man says playfully. "I won't." Emmy forces a playful giggle."Oh, and you're gonna swallow right?" He asks."Yeah... I'll swallow." Emmy answers. I didn't understand him – stuff like his music and his enjoyment of school – but I liked him.I finished the Elm Street section of sidewalk and turned the corner onto the Lincoln Street sidewalk where our driveway came out. I could see Jack. He'd shoveled from the rear and had worked his way up past the house, heading for the street. He stopped shoveling for a minute, wiped his nose on his glove, and waved to me."Way to go, Jake," he called over. Jack and Jake, that's us, the Needham boys, John. “Hi Leanne. Didn’t know you were here. Did you sleep over? How are you today? Mick not here?” I asked the nineteen year old, a pretty, giggly girl with freckles, blond hair and blue eyes, still dressed in the guestroom bathrobe. Mick is the long-standing boyfriend.“So-so. No Mick – he’s away, working” she replied. “But I was wondering if you could help me?”“Sure. If I can” I replied, not really looking up from my spreadsheet.“Well, it’s like this. I woke quite early, and I heard you and your.