“Hi Kathy. Sure I’d like some. Be right over.”Even though I was 19, I rode my bike. Didn’t want to borrow the family car and it was easier to ...tash out of sight. I went in the back door. Kathy was waiting at the kitchen table, naked as usual. Her 26-year-old body had nice curves including the full and slightly sagging breasts.“C’mon big boy, get naked. I’m horny!”I stripped in the bedroom and she grabbed for my already risen pecker. She tasted it a bit then lay down on the messy bed. With the. But one evening in 1947, your father’s grandfather, Anton of Germany, arrived on televisions around the world. At his side stood Otto of Italy, his compulsory male counterpart, as they descended upon the freshly baked steps of their new castle.The two men approached a podium, and Anton cleared his throat. Anton placed one hand on Otto’s shoulder, lowering him to his knees while unbuckling his pants. It was an outrageous act, a protest against the watchful eyes of the former Allied leaders.“We. ’ The town didn’t have its own male strip club so the King’s Court devoted one night a week to the gals. This would be my first time to that show; odd that it had never occurred to Jess to humiliate me that way before. She must be slipping.Anyway, we all funneled in, the girls giddy like teenagers, me somewhat less so. I had been put in charge of handling the finances for the evening and paid all of the girls’ cover charges.I had called ahead and arranged for a reserved table right near the. "You need to make a choice, me or him." Oh shit," Danielle used one of the few profane words ever to come out of her mouth. "You don't know what your talking about," stalking off to the bedroom and slamming the door behind her. She was down to her silk blouse and panties while carrying the rest of her clothes. Rose heard the snap of the lock.For the next few days they didn't speak to each other. They didn't kiss goodnight, they didn't wish the other sweet dreams, and walked silently by each.