He came to you .We only got each other. Please help your sonMother : but it is sinDad: you know what in ancient times .It was not a sin .It became sin...after 17th century .Mother : please I can’t do it .She then went to her room. Dad followed her .I got very disappointed. I went to my room. My all fantasy vanished.Soon I heard a knock on my door. When I open the door I saw my mother. I got a instant hard on. She slowly came inside. I saw my dad sitting in the dining table. I asked him how she. It was mainly decorated in a pink and black coloured theme.I suddenly had cold feet about the whole situation, the blood drained from my face as the reality of the scene hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted to run.I tried to move but Lisa and Tanya had hold of my arms and I felt too weak to do anything more than to put up a pathetic struggle."Just put her there." Clarissa ordered pointing to her hot pink bed.I was forcifully thrown onto it by the other 2 girls. I quickly sat back up and tried. The thought of swapping with another couple was certainly agreeable to the Ross's but they were more comfortable in another arrangement. This couple was fun none the less just hanging out but they had an early flight the next morning back to New York. Drinks and fun in a nice beach bar was the extent of their evening. And they finished their drinks and thanked them both along with the other man for a great night before departing for their nearby condo. Picturing Karen with this wife certainly. I was not at all happy about it, but I couldn't deny its appropriateness. Before long almost everyone I knew was calling me Head.At least it wasn't shortened from Shithead, I reminded myself sourly. It wasn't until several weeks later that I came to realize it could just have easily come from that moniker.Eddie and Pick put in our applications for the tournaments and clinics we had chosen. Our first event was the first weekend of March in Miami, so Pick began our practices early in February..