After that he said:-what is going on?-Notheng.-You dont look very good,if you have problem you can tell me.-Really?-yeah ill try to help you.-well las... night i saw you with my mom.-what exactly you saw?-well everything.-will you be ok?-yeah i think.-should i talk to mom?-I dont know.we went home i was decided to tell her about last night.when she come home Bob told her that i want to speak with her.She came and i told her everything she said:-Honey im sorry you saw that but this is normal. ” She paused and then said, somewhat less cheerfully, “You are also not overly old or ugly.”I took it I was not her first choice. Maybe I could still get out of whatever it was she had drafted me for. “A lot of men,” I replied, “have better equipment than me... and greater stamina. Why me?”She paused. It was obvious she was debating whether or not to tell me something. She started to speak several times, but said nothing. Finally she grimaced and said flatly, “Yes, there are many other men who. Frills. Lace. Small television carelessly positioned. Probably didn'teven have cable.I mumbled something about it being "very nice." Glad you like it," Jessie said. "Let me show you the rest."The rest? Did she mean...."Here's our bedroom," Jessie said."Our" bedroom? They shared a bedroom? Maybe there were two beds.There weren't. Just one king-sized "workbench" with pink everything,including a large, old-fashioned canopy over the bed, and pink dressers.If they were lesbians, they were. She was fun, flirty, and seemed interested in everything Michael had to say. She asked him question after question: how old was he? Where was he from? Did he like to drink? Did he ever do drugs? What sort of diet did he enjoy? Did he work out? Before he could return a question, she was on to another. He felt like all he was doing was talking about himself. "How about tattoos?" she asked, returning from the bar; she had insisted on buying the next round. She set down his scotch before.