Lynn has about a half-dozen girls that we have been, you might say, educating about sex. What she wants to do is protect your identity and theirs.” ...t this point she pulls out an old Lone Ranger type mask and hands it to me. “We blacked out the eyes with material so it looks like you can’t see through it and they won’t be able to see you. All we want you to do is be hard, lie down on the bench out there and enjoy! Does that work for you?”I was not certain what I had been thinking would happen. *****Prologue: I'd always been crazy about the blues, since I'd heard an oldElmore James recording of `Dust My Broom' as a k**. From there I startedsearching and discovered all the others, from Howlin' Wolf to the ThreeKings (Albert, B.B., and Freddie) and when I found an older version of`Hoochie Coochie Man' by Muddy Waters I wore it out playing it so much.By my early teens I had managed to get a guitar and spent hours practicing,trying to get all the riffs and progressions down, and learning. . with both them and you.’ They looked at each other quietly for a minute or two before the mother looked away toward her children. She then rose and waited as he slowly got to his feet. ‘I take you at your word, Cal, but know that I have done so before and been greatly disappointed . . . a couple of times. Please don’t break our hearts.’ Instinctively he reached out, taking both of her hands in his own. ‘I won’t,’ he said simply, smiling at her for the first time since they had begun to talk.. ’ She began to ease her legs apart, just enough to give him a sweet hint of what lay up between her legs. His fingers glided farther up reaching the lace tops of her stockings. She looked down at him, her mouth open slightly, the tip of her tongue circling her lips. She undid the top button of her jacket and knew that he could see the tops of her breasts as she leaned forward. ‘Are you trying to turn me on?’ he asked. ‘I thought I was doing a whole lot more than that,’ she said, raising a leg.