” “You want for me to kneel?” “No, Neil. That’s my name!” “Oh! I have not heard this name.” “Never mind…” “I am Jana. It is li...e Jane, I think you say.” “Jane. Yes, that makes sense. I prefer Jana. Jana looked at him blankly, as if she was trying to process what he had said, unsuccessfully. “Sorry, I do not make well, the English words. I left school to earn for my Mother. She is poor.” “I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry! Everyone in England is sorry. I bump my arm in the supermarkets and it’s ‘sorry.’. They only shared small talk, nothing big or personal. But it was practice for something in the future. Dances at school were unfruitful in the pursuit of learning to communicate in a meaningful way with boys. Dancing and trying to think of something cool to say, no wonder teens are anxious and frustrated. The girls, at least, got to show off their outfits and pose to draw attention to themselves. High school dating and being alone for short periods with boys provided some opportunities. Of. . it is a Thought Piece THE CHILDREN OF THE SILENT GENERATION... (and for their children - so they will understand)Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation.We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are. ... oh yeah...” you grunt. “Are you getting wet for me, baby?” you ask. I moan a response that you take for yes. “Mmmmm... yeah that's good.. Stick that vibrator on the top of your pussy.....not in!” comes the quick order. “Just on top,” you demand in a husky tone.I gently place the vibrator on top of my pussy and moan at the sensation quivering through my wet folds. “Now tease your wet slit a little..... mmmm ..... oh yeah... that's good.” you murmur with excitement.“Please....please,” I start.