It somehow served him well, though.He raised me reasonably well, with the exception of the ideas he put into my head about women. I didn’t get his c...arisma, so my misogynistic ideas didn’t pan out as well for me. I also had a tiny bit of empathy my father did not have. I still had my share of one-night stands and short relationships like my father did, but much fewer and farther between. Looking back, I always felt slightly guilty for the women I had used.When Doug passed away a couple of years. " Can I trust you?" No one has ever complained before, I always deliver on the day, and on any future agreement."If you are wondering where this exchange was going, so was I. The lady was after something, but I wasn't sure what it was.She moved in closer."That's all right then..." she leant forward, she had lovely lips, well defined and with a pronounced 'cupids bow', and we were into a very nice snog.Just one problem. The lady clearly wasn't a professional because they always agree terms. And I blew it. When I woke up, Sue had already gotten up, and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I guess I had woken up pretty much where I left off; I mean; I was still horny. So, I scrambled into the bathroom and said, "Susan, I do hope that's you in there..." No, it's the Creature From the Black Lagoon," said Susan, in her most guttural tone of voice. I peeked through the shower curtains at Sue's grinning, shiny-wet body. "Come on in, the water's fine," she added with a. Brunette hair, blue eyes, the face of a model, 5'9", c cup and 130 lbs. She always turned heads when she walked into a room. We both had a crush on her and he was what the girls called a pertty boy. She ended up being his girlfriend and I was her good friend. That sucked for me because I was head over heals for her and I had to watch him be with her. We all hanged out together and she watched me go through 8 or 9 girls in a year period. I could tell her attraction had started building with me..