And goddamn, if the minute you didn't get hooked up with them in a serious sort of something, the sex stopped, they'd get too damn serious, too pushy,...clingy, and it was just bullshit.So I always stuck with younger girls.Funny thing, for as long as I could remember, most of the girls I'd hung out with, had fun with, fucked around with, or dated, always seemed to have some daddy issue. I had no idea what it was. Maybe everyone I met had shitty lives. Maybe everyone I was friends with had screwed. I didn’t complain about having to be naked in front of the technicians even though two of them were women. I’ve always been quite comfortable with my nudity and they were very professional about it. Dr. Norton also informed me in one of my earlier consultations that all my body hair would fall out after the thawing process, but that it would all grow back in time. This small truth didn’t change my mind about going through with this. Hair was the least of my concerns. Once I stripped myself. “How long was I asleep?” David wondered if it was all a dream.“Ten good long hours, just like you needed, babe. Remember, you were shot yesterday. You know, bullet in the leg, tearing out some crucial tissue, burning more of it. The bullet’s gone, but you will never walk normally again. I’m just glad that you survived this ... hopefully last ever encounter with the Mafia. You’ve ... more than pushed your luck when it comes to the capos, bosses, and assorted made men. Not even counting Mob. He would say the same about Antonio, I imagine, and he would likely encourage me to feed Antonio’s appetite.For Antonio’s pleasure, I would stretch out my legs or open them up or put one knee up and the other out flat. I was careful not to give him the idea I was aware of his presence. I found it pleasant to see if my movements caused him to quicken his pace. When the flashes of his thighs and his blurring hands suddenly stopped, I knew he had completed his biological relief.This is what boys.