She turned the key in her ignition. "Fuck, Jim. This is out of my league. Let's think about this overnight. Either I or Patty will pick you up tomorro... morning."Camille didn't say anything else until we got in front of my house. "Jim, I wish you good luck, but this has probably been fucked up for a while." What do you mean?" You are both venturing into uncharted waters. Neither of you have any idea what direction you are going, or where you intend to go." I want to marry Kristen. She wants to. DorieLou watched in fascination then licked the same sticky fluid that wassplattered over her cheeks."It tastes sort of salty," observed Dorie Lou."Do you like it?" asked Simone."It's different. What do you think?"Simone studied the last droplet from her limp pee-pee just before itretreated completely back under her clitty hood. She wrinkled her nose."Yeah, it tastes salty but I wouldn't use it as salad cream."Dorie Lou giggled and turned towards the bathroom."It's a pity it's only stiff for a. There I was wearing my denim jacket, jeans, black motorcycle boots, and my hat--which was my trademark and remained with me until age 25 when I stupidly gave it to, what else?, a girl (a one night stand who gave me the most amazing blow job). Oh, the jeans also went to a girl (Sue who promised me that if I would open my heart to Jesus, she would open her legs to me. Neither ever happened). The denim jacket I still have as it was a present from a girl (Carol, who was a love at 16 and invited me. "You could have picked one just a bit older." I didn't have much choice. She was my only visitor in the hospital."He stopped and looked long and hard at me. It made me feel rather uncomfortable.Then he said, slowly, "Son, I think if you looked around, there would be a good number of choices." His hand came up to his chin and he rubbed it, and then added, "Maybe you couldn't."This was not our typical talk. I didn't know what to do, except to clear my throat.My father went on, "I said it last.