I was glad that my schedule only called me in twice a week as the noise of youth was rapidly fraying the last few nerves left to me. Women seem to fa...r better than men in either ignoring it all or just absorbing it all in a motherly fashion. I suppose that was why of all the retirees volunteering at the school, only women chose to drive school buses —those reverberating yellow metal coffins of screaming mayhem. God help us all!Basically this was how the school year passed and largely without. I watched Lionel take a carefully folded tissue out of his pocket and wipe his cock with it. So he came prepared. He looked up at me and said. “Stuff’s still coming out of it.” And I thought ‘Why tell me that?’ God he was a dickhead.Lionel said. "Did you enjoy that?"No. It was fuckin’ disgusting." I did."And he laughed. A little soft laugh."I came in your mouth."More laughing. Dick – Head!"Why is that funny?" I dunno. I came in your mouth." We’d better get back before they miss us." OK."The. She goes for five hundred minimum, and that's a fucking blow job. Getting more is a K and up.Then I see the front door open and Mr. Smiles comes in.Mr. Smiles is just that: all smiles without an ounce of nice behind it. He smiled his way into my client's bed, and then into her pocketbook. Now he wants to marry the broad, even though she's fifty four and Mr. Smiles is thirty two. He says it's true love.He's right. He truly loves her pocketbook, her checkbook and her bank accounts. It gives him. Later that month, as I was rooting around in mum's wardrobe, I found several pictures of my mother. Not just any old pictures, mind you, but shots of her all dolled up in lingerie and laying on her bed in very seductive poses. Nothing slutty, and no nudity, just incredibly sexy shots of my mum. I wondered why mum still had the photos. My active imagination conjured up the idea that she had left them there for me to find. Maybe she was trying to show me more about women! In my hormone-saturated.