Most surprising of all was the fact that I knew the woman in the picture. She was my best friend's mother.I don't know that my obsession with cocks le... me to make that phone call, but it might have been a factor. I really was more concerned with finding the crook that was stealing from the company. I wanted my friend's mom to convince me that John wasn't stealing to finance his sexual debauchery.I met with her at her house. I wanted to be face to face with her as I explained my question. At. ‘No, I never married. It’s just been my books and me all these years.’ ‘You sound a little sad about that,’ I suggested. ‘Y’know, the truth is . . .’ He looked at me. ‘I think I was too scared of sex to get married. You scared the hell out of me with your wicked ways, and I couldn’t handle it.’ ‘Do I still scare you?’ ‘A little,’ he smiled. ‘I guess . . .’ he ventured then. ‘I guess I’m just wondering if there’s such a thing as a terminal virgin.’ ‘A what?’ I snorted. ‘A . . . terminal virgin.. You walking home?Oh its you...yes I am.Tyler: I'll walk you home.No...No there's no need.Tyler: Tell you what...i'll call you a cab.And he did. I was glad in many ways as I hated walking home. He was quite quiet in the cab. I guess the bravado was for his mates. And he did as he said. He dropped me to my door. As I left the cab he jumped out as well and paid the driver.What...what you doing?Tyler: Thought I'd come in for a coffee.I tried to tell him I was a married woman, my husband would be. A "HEY YOU" rang out from down below, and sure enough, here were my two girls, Bev & Carly. They got to their feet, I gave them a "just a minute" signal, and I took the food inside, being careful to get everything into the fridge that needed to go there. When I went outside, both my young friends had draped their arms over the fence. So I went down there and "wormed" myself in between them... "so, what are you two starlets doing today... ? Carly looked at Bev, saying "tell him what we've been.