"Then I heard a woman's voice; I assumed was Susan, say, "Good evening George and Marsha and welcome to the club. I know that Leon explained the rules...of the initiation to you but let me go over them again to make sure everything is perfectly clear. I will be telling each of you what you have to do and you both must perform as instructed. I feel certain that there is nothing in this challenge that will scare either of you off but I have to tell you this anyway. If for any reason either of you. But I personally believed in practicing save sex, and I wasn’t so old that I’d given up on reforming the rest of society. The truth is, I was rapidly approaching my ‘sell by’ date. I’d never found a woman, or a man, I wanted to spend my life with, and it was starting to look like I was married to my career. I had no sexual experience with men, mainly because I was worried about getting AIDS. Safe sex for me had become no sex. But it was very lonely. Our major break came when Old Mr. Weller. Her hair, coiffed by the finest stylist in Washington, was piled on top of her head so that she looked like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. She even wore a little diamond tiara, and why not? She was queen of all she surveyed. And she knew she deserved it all.Stepping from the car, her perfect evening was ruined by the sight of a filthy homeless man begging for change outside her father's palatial estate. "Please, I'm so hungry," the wretched specimen of human filth whined.Turning to. A lot of these new students were boys, who were looking for a couple of quick lessons, just enough so they wouldn't make total fools of themselves out on the dance floor. How would I explain to her that my date didn't want me to pick her up at her house for the dance?"Are you sure they'd disapprove of you going with me?" She looked right at me, and nodded yes. "Because of the rumors about some stuff with a girl?" I couldn't make myself name Karen as that girl. I didn't want to be guilty of.