Not like an image. No, not like that at all. Too clear. Too poignant.It was as if I was living them again briefly. I could feel my lips move, my body ...eact. I could smell smells. Feel feelings. They went by.I was ten. We were in our apartment in the Bronx. My dad was drinking. Drinking hard, like he always did. He was screaming at my mother. She was screaming at him. I was cowering in the closet. I was terrified. I could feel the door vibrate as he yelled and yelled.Then I heard a crash, I felt. The Mother's Day event at Rita's Salon was a little over two weeks awaynow. Charlie, after being inadvertently outed by his sister Tina, hadagreed to volunteer at the event, giving manicures. He hadn't told hisgirlfriend Connie about the event yet; he hadn't even told her that he isskilled at painting nails. He didn't think that would go over well andhe was struggling to find both the opportunity and the words to explainit. Meanwhile, his teenage infatuation, Susie, was back in town. You’re my third guy actually, my first was amazing, second was meh, hoping this one is fun as well. For both of us.”.Tony: “Yeah guys can be a let down sometimes, I try to be casual with it. Pretty easy you know. We can take it as fast or as slow as you want.”.Me: “Yeah sounds good to me man. I see you been searching for a nsa bbw on (redacted messenger name) ay”.Tony: “Haha yeah, into bigger women like that, I swing both ways haha.”.Me: “Haha nothing wrong with that, bisexual myself. It’s good. The doorbell rang and he told her he had a surprise for her and went to the living room. She looked at me and asked what he was doing. I told her I had no idea. He returned and asked her if she was still ready to go. She told him yes of course but wondered what he was doing. Then came the surprise. He had invited several of his friends and they all started stepping in the room and taking their clothes off.All of them were very well hung. There was 14 not including him. She told him she didn't.