She had never been to a dining place that had marble statues. The menu prices made her gasp but Chris encouraged her to have anything she wanted. She ...rdered the spaghetti and as Chris ordered, she remembered something her mother had always said.“A man only spends that much money on someone he wants to sleep with,” was her mom used to say. Amaya smiled. That was fine with her. It looked like this wasn’t a pity-date after all.“Why are you smiling?” Chris asked nicely. His blond hair was. I put the joint out to save the rest for later and grabbed my beer. “But?” Kylie asked before I could take a sip.I put the bottle to my lips and started drinking, trying to buy time. Kylie punched me in the arm again, harder this time, “Quit stalling. But what?” she asked.After I swallowed, I had to laugh. “Ok, ok…” I said, trying to stop laughing, “it’s like this. Weed doesn’t make me horny per se, but smoking weed in situations like this makes me horny when I probably wouldn’t be if I weren’t. I don’t remember if I had finished or not, but Mother came running out of the house, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me into the house. She spanked me, hard. She told me I was bad for peeing outside and for showing my penis to Ruthie. I didn’t understand what was so bad about what I had done, but I do now.’ ‘Why do you think what you did was so bad, Tom?’ ‘I exposed myself to a girl.’ ‘Tom, at five or six years old even the most mature children do not impute anything sexual in what you did.. He was tall 6’ 2” at least well groomed goat tee, wearing slacks, a jacket with no tie, and expensive Italian loafers. She was average height and carrying a little extra weight but not in a bad way. She was wearing a low cut red dinner dress, but it wasn’t backless which made me wonder why because most dresses like that are made to show off skin. I watched them in the bar mirror so as not to be noticed. She got up to go to the bathroom and walked past me. I noticed why her dress wasn’t backless.