When the waitress brought out menus, she gave us a smile, then a wink and a nod to me. I looked over at Billy, I could tell something was bothering hi..., and I was pretty sure I knew what it was."Don't worry Billy, I told you I'm paying for the meals on this trip." I don't feel right about you doing that." First of all, I'm helping you, this is the way I can; secondly, I'm bigger than you so you have no choice." I could refuse to eat." That's up to you, but you'd be missing out on some really. I was able to live on the alimony, child support and some income I had from family properties. Not that we were living exuberantly, but we were getting by in a nice neighborhood, but I couldn’t afford a bigger condo than the one we had. He saw his father once a month, but I am afraid he was more interested in his new family than his son. Now I thought, should I talk to him about this. No. Out of the question, it would be far to embarrassing for him. And I could never mention it to his father.. " He says. Amazingly to me, a man comes intothe classroom, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, hands Master Dave a snifterof cognac and leaves. He doesn't even notice me. Master Dave finds adirectors chair off to the right, and wearily slides into it.Bambi picks up at what at first looks like a long ruler, until I seeit's actually a yard long dildo with a penis, all veined, at the end ofit. She smiles at me. Then gets stern. "Slut, for our production, we'vedivided your life into three parts. The first. ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord As soon as it grows a little, they cut it - sometimes twice a week.GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?ST. FRANCIS: No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?ST..