By twelve I was wearing my moms lingerie while she was working,Grandma, my aunts and Mom owned and worked in a bordello it was the family business, I ...as use to women running around in various form of undressing and the usual noises of sex.We lived up in the mountains and when I showed no interest in women or girls Grandma asked If I was a "Nancy Boy" looking at her with a puzzled looked I uttered "huh" she then asked me to follow her, we went into the parlor and asked the women to undress,. It was half past four and darkness was falling. She felt goose bumps run up her bare legs and stuffed her hands into the luxurious warmth of her coat pockets. As she neared home she noticed a face staring at her through the window of her neighbours house, it was framed by the flashing lights of a T.V and she could hear music and laughter emanating from the house. It was Michael. He was a thirty-something year old man who she had often seen playing rugby on a Sunday morning. He was tall, well. That's what a real man does." This was a side of Ted I didn't know. I was disturbed by what he was saying. I wanted to ask him more questions, but it was way past time to leave. The check had been sitting there for a long time, all the other customers had already left, and the waiter was hovering nearby looking very tired. After Ted paid the check, the cashier wished the gentleman and his lady a good evening. I was confused for a moment, but then I guessed that the new hairstyle combined with. But I could have done some damage before they kicked my ass. However, there was no way that I was going to take on close to two dozen outlaw bikers. I may be an old man, but I am too young to die.One of the men leaned over and put his arm around Inga's shoulders and said, "Damn, girl! I sure like that outfit! You look good enough to eat."Inga didn't respond. She cowered there and looked up at me, even though she knew that there was nothing that I could do for her now. If we couldn't talk these.