“Have you ever had anal sex?” I asked after a few more seconds.“No, but I have seen it done on the porn sites,” he told me, breathing a little...faster now I noticed.“Our mom told us that we should try it,” I told him.“Really?” he asked in surprise.“Yes, she recommended it,”“Have you ever done it before?” he asked hesitantly.“Nope, but I can’t do anything else right now. Do you want to try?” I asked.“Do you have any lube? That seemed to be required on the videos that I saw,” he told me.“Yes,. Again the right number showed up on the screen and there were no problems.Cindy turned and smiled at me. She smiled at Bill. "Here goes," she said.The operator looked at her and smiled, then looked at me. "Thirteen eight?"I nodded in assent. "Here goes!" the operator repeated Cindy's comment. A couple more clicks on the mouse and we were at full rated voltage. We looked at the display and saw no adverse indications. "Okay," I said. "We contracted for fourteen four. Let's get there." And we got. He remembered sitting here while this dripping-wet nymph worshiped his tool with her mouth, the very vision of happiness. He reminisced how they made love in this very river, their bodies moving together, fully embedded in each other, completely surrounded by water, itself constantly moving. They made love; REAL love, the way the poets described how love should be. These memories kept him alive during many hopeless nights in the jungles of the central highlands of Vietnam.Suddenly, Lenny. ”“I don’t think that’s true. Can I ask you some personal questions?”“Of course, you can. You know you can ask me anything.”“Did you have a boyfriend in high school?”Still wiping tears from her eyes, she answered, “No, you know I skipped three grades, so they all made fun of me because I was so much younger and always got A’s.”“How about in college?”“No, I was too busy with my heavy course load, and I was only fifteen when I went to MIT.”“When was the last time you had sex?”“You know,.