Nothing too severe but enough to make you feel a little heavy and stomach-upset the day after.Once in a while Tom and I get really plastered. Once a m...nth or something like that. This time it was such a time.We met at our place and Tom and I started with a beer but soon enough I got the bottle of whisky and put it on the table. The whisky loosened our tongues and Tom started to brag about his sexual stamina and the size of his cock."Well, you don't have more in that department than any other. Naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily have been forty-something, just with a great dye job. She clearly smoked, but it hadn’t aged her as much one might expect. Well, I thought, lots of tobacco farms around ... the habit came with mother’s milk ... almost. That would have to change, sooner rather than later.I brought out my Converter. "Shit. How can I tell Mom what kind of women I'd been attracted to? The fact is that the women I liked were all married, and all of them cheated on their husbands. They were easily defined as round-heeled sluts. But marrying one of those? Had it come up I would have run away as fast as I could, because I'd never ever marry a woman who would cheat on me as easily as I had had them cheat on their husbands."Do you insist, Mom?" Well, I'd really like to know." OK, Mom. I'll tell you about some of. "He knows he is not getting out," The Brit said,"Ask him how he wants it to end. Promise to make it happen just like he wants and then make arrangements for me to carry something he wants in to him." I suggested to Marsha."You are assuming we are in contract with him. I am in the crowd being briefed, but I don't know if they are in contract with him." Marsha said."Fuck it, let's be a TV Station." I said. " Marsha, where is he in the building?"She waited a second and came back to me. "He is.