How did he know about what Kelly and I done? Was it he who I saw closing my door that day? “Just a girl from school,” I said.“Did you enjoy it...” he asked.”“Yeah I did but I think that I scared her off completely,” I admitted.“I thought that she was willing,” my Daddy said.“Well, so did I at first but after a while she asked me to stop,” I said.“Did you?” he asked.“Well, I was awfully turned on and I…” my voice trailed off.“Then you didn’t stop,” he surmised.“Well, no I didn’t,” I confessed.He. Conservatives with high bloodpressure should probably read no further...This literary tidbit is not a criticism of conservatism per se; but onlyof one particular pack of thieving, duplicitious, short-sighted, power-mad, Constitution-raping neocon jackals who are no more conservativesthan Charlie Manson was a hippie. And oh... in no way is this humblefable meant as a slur against pig-mask wearing transvestite ballerinas.######################################IN THE NIXON BATHROOM- A Fable. Clubbing, picking-up and general abusing our bodies with all-nighters mixed with copious amounts of alcohol. All leading to situations where you quickly put on your clothes in the morning and leave as fast as possible.DVD’s, takeaway Thai, white wine, popcorn and chocolate were scheduled for tonight… and I was looking forward to an easy weekend for a change.I walked into Cat’s place - a two-bedroom apartment in the midtown.The food was already there along with the treats. I brought the wine.“Hi. Without thinking, Paul stroked lightly from the nape of Glenda's neck, across her small shoulder blades, down the length of her backbone, ending at the far end of his reach at the very top of the crevice at the bottom of her spine. Glenda stirred. He realized that he had broken her slumber without wanting to. He half-regretted having done so. The deed done, he indulged himself once again, feeling pleasure in the soft skin under his fingertips.Glenda stirred again. Paul decided to wake her all.