Fruit. Hummus. Rosé. Oh my God, Julia thought, I’m so bach-ing it.“I’m looking for ice cream,” said the man, his voice that low roll. He was ...ressed in a dark t-shirt and jeans. Middle-aged; tall, broad shoulders, face slightly chiseled, a two-day shadow. Average. But attractively average. “Dad bod,” Julia whispered to herself.“Sorry, what?” he asked.“You’re looking for ice cream.” Julia declared, louder, trying to recover.“Right,” he said, “That kind right there.” And despite that she’d been. “Sing out, Louise,” I said to her...There was a timewhen men were kindwhen their voices were softAnd their words invitingthere was a time...when love was blindAnd the world was a songand the song was excitingthere was a time...then it all went wrongThe orchestra came in full, but quietly.I dreamed a dreamin time gone byWhen hope was highand life worth livingI dreamed that lovewould never dieI dreamed that Godwould be forgivingThen I was youngand unafraidand dreams were madeand used and. It was sort of like the orgasm I had when I jackedoff but ten times better. No... a hundred times better. A thousand...I was absently aware that I had somehow gone from playing guitar in mybedroom to having sex with some guy. But as shocking as that was, evenmore surprising was the fact that I absolutely loved how it felt. I wasso caught up in everything that was happening to me that I couldn't evenconsider how wrong this was.The man who was fucking me put his hands on my chest and played. He could be very persuasive when he put his mind to it, and soon had TIna feeling so horny she almost gave in to him. But when began to undo her shorts, Tina came to her senses and tore herself reluctantly away from him. "No, Johnny! We can't! Ray will catch us," breathed Tina, removing her son's hands from her trembling flesh. "Later, baby! I promise! We'll fuck later, when everyone else is asleep, okay?" "Ok, Mom!", he smiled. John, suddenly realized that she was right. All hell would break.