It had been a long day.WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 1991“So c’mon, take a bottle, shake it upBreak the bubble, break it upPour some sugar on meOoh, in...the name of lovePour some sugar on meC’mon, fire me upPour your sugar on meI can’t get enoughI’m hot, sticky sweetFrom my head to my feet, yeah”I had to grin at the old Def Leppard song as I turned off my alarm. I’d had more than enough of it in our junior high years, and it reminded me of junior high dances.I still wasn’t sure what a radar phone. “Jim, I am just asking you to hear me out. We have enjoyed a nice day together and a good meal. All I ask in return for bringing you here last night and for today is that you listen. Give me ten minutes then I will not stop you from walking out the door, give me ten minutes and I will never bother you again unless you want me to. In fact,” he said as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, “Here is $100, take it, give me my ten minutes and walk away if you want.”I don’t know whether he knew I. "Last night," she purred, circling me "you had the pleasure of taking a body that welcomed your maleness. But now, in the light of day, you shall face your punishment. Running to religion for solace and attempting to find ways to cast me out on your own? Really, darling, I had hoped for something more from as promising a student of the erotic arts as you. This time, your mother's body is unprepared for mating. You shall prepare it. Your mother does not desire to mate with you; in fact right. It all started a long time ago(basically in one of my other stories) when the nuns told me that me and mybrother needed to get our haircut short like all the other boys. You see myhair is just about touching my shoulders after summer break and my littlebrother Jimmy, who like I said is younger than me but bigger, well his haircovers both his ears and goes over his shirt collar, like little Jeff who isonly in first grade. Both of them have hair that is too long for schoolregulations, but mine is.