Every weekend I would stay with my grandparents and every other weekend my cousin would do the same since he had to go to his dads on the opposite wee...ends. We were both still very young, I was maybe twelve and he was a couple of years younger. Sometimes we would have the whole place to ourselves while my grandparents would go to yard sales. They would be gone for hours and we would raid my uncle's porn stash. He had several magazines and a few video tapes. We would watch the movies and get. ‘Do you ‘feel’ like a wife yet?’ ‘Not really,’ she admitted after a brief hesitation. ‘I’m scared yet excited, happy yet nervous. This is what I have dreamed of for so long, and now that the moment is finally here, I’m almost unsure how to react, or what I should feel.’ As she leaned back against my chest, my arms loosened their hold upon her and my hands slid upward to her breasts, caressing them reverently, providing her a taste of activities to come. ‘Is this a hint?’ she asked quietly. It was something Pete Nelson had seen before, in other clients. It was a gleam which usually spelled trouble.“Maybe,” she suggested, “you could put that saved money into a bigger bathroom? Women like their bathrooms.”Pete was nervous, and it showed.“Or not a larger bathroom, really,” the woman continued, “but an extra toilet? I’m thinking a half-dozen girls, all eating pizza or sushi and drinking Cokes or Red Bulls or whatever, and only one toilet.”Pete still wasn’t sure. It sounded reasonable,. It did not take me long as it was done simply with an acoustic guitar and drum machine. It really did not matter that my singing really sucks, as the tape was just for copyright purposes. After I mailed off the tape and copy of the lyrics to Washington D.C., I started to think of how I was going to attempt to market my wares. I started to send copies of the lyrics to various record companies I thought might be interested based on the type of artists in their roster. The internet sure made life.