Jim opened the door and let me in and I went through to the lounge and sat down on the sofa , Jim on the armchair after a while watching the dross wha... counted for k**s TV back then we where bored , so Jim's dad's porn mags seemed like a better idea , remember back then there was no wall to cartoons and k**s programmes like there is today for us it was usually some European import like "The Flashing Blade " or "White Horses " , if we where really lucky there might be an episode of " The. ‘Just kidding, Mom!’ she laughed, and left the room. ‘Well,’ I thought wryly. ‘I suppose one could be a goddess to females.’ It wasn’t like I didn’t accept that expression of sexuality. It just wasn’t my preference. Somehow, I didn’t really think it was Angela’s either. But this daughter of mine sure was stretching my belief system. What next? * * * * * * * * * Well, Angela remained true to her convictions, and didn’t even date during high school. Nothing I said would convince her to open up to. .didn't look like much. You felt bad about judging so quickly, but appearences were somewhat important to you. He wore a stained shirt, most likely from work over the years, and some dusty jeans. He had balding square head that showed off his, admittedly, impressive mustache. A trustworthy smile was right beneath the black stache. His body was a strange thing. It looked bronzed from years of work and his pudgy body looked like muscles layered over. You shook his hand. Strong but friendly. You. “It’s just… I’ve never…” Again, I was interrupted.“Don’t worry,” she said. She knew that I was a virgin, of course, as we had talked about it several times during the aforementioned what-I-had-assumed-to-be-innocent flirting. I was so incredibly nervous, but she was so understanding. “Just take your time,” she said. “Don’t over-think it.”“Do I need…” I began, gesturing towards the bedside table, where a packet of condoms had sat unused in a drawer for months. She shook her head.“It’s okay,” she.