"Who was it?" Oh, it was just a guy." She stumbled"Well I know that but who was it?" I pressedAt this point I could feel the concern in her voice as s...e spoke in a broken muttered sentence."It was just a fling. Like a one night thing. You probably don't even know him. I can't even remember his name.I knew she was lying but I let it go because I didn't want to sound desperate and give away that it actually turned me on.She climbed on top of me and in a transparent tone said. "You big dick fits. I liked her attitude and found myself spending more and more time with her online. We got along very well, sometimes exchanging personal information.Whitney had told me she was living at the Mission Children's home because her stepfather had abused her. No one knows where her mother is since she left the family a year ago. It was the classic dysfunctional family.She wanted to know how old I was, if I was married, and what kind of job I had. Socializing wasn't a problem for me as long as it. Later that night I caught up with Jan, who had hooked up with three other women about her age, in one of the bars. Jan was 35 and had been married to Frank for 10 years. She was attractive, if a little worn, and I joined them for a few laughs and made the effort to keep her spirits up while her husband was elsewhere. We were having a fine time when the two guys from earlier "bumped" my chair as they walked past making a joke about gay boys and thier mommies. The women around the table went. .. There. Now for your eyes. During the day, you don'tneed eyeshadow, but a little mascara will be good. Let me do youreyes, then you watch while I do mine. Close your eyes and keepthem closed. ... Now open them and let me put mascara on. No,keep the eyes open. ... There. ... Now watch me. ... First, I'lldo my eyebrows. See the delicate arch. ... You have to becareful. It takes practice. Now, mascara. This is easier. See!" You make it look awful easy," I said. I doubted that I wouldever be able.