Along the way, I stopped at Paterson (their spelling, not mine) Silks at University and Fourteenth. To my knowledge, Paterson has never sold silk bolt.... Their specialty is good, serviceable fabrics for the thousands of working poor and welfare recipients who try to make a few bucks stretch farther by doing their own sewing. If you want to meet some young, stunningly beautiful and irrepressibly vital Puerto Rican single mothers, Paterson Silks is a good place to go. But be forewarned - they can. I'm a bit tipsy, the booze is really starting to hit me. I lean down, practically fall on his bed next to him, to which he laughs and helps me sit up, pressing a hand into the very small of my back and massaging-like he knows that is a 'hot spot' for me. He rolls back to his stomach. I straddle the backs of his muscular thighs, so I can reach his back comfortably, and start massaging him. While doing so, I grind my pelvis into his ass, seeking the tiniest relief and working my self up even more. I envision his erection, a swollen purple head, a beaten red shaft, and a blur within his pounding fist. I see his balls being thrust up and down between his spread thighs, balls that contain his delicious juice, bouncing from his hands mighty pumping. Excited even more by my vivid imagination, the sounds coming over the phone and my own dialogue, I swiftly move the artificial hard-on down between my spread legs. Ok lover, I cannot take it anymore, please give me your fuck stick. I want to. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!Yours Fictionally, –RogueRambler***************************************** I had a normal childhood I guess. I mean, it was just Dad and me (and Greta, our housekeeper). My mother died giving birth, which I just somehow always knew, even if no one ever talked about it. At least they didn’t talk about it around me. And I guess I always did think that there were lots of things that they didn’t talk about around me, but... My life was all I knew, and I’ve always.