There was smoke coming out of theoven and there was a nasty burning sort of a smell."Shut the oven door, quick, before the smoke gets worse," shouted ...addy."My lovely dinner is ruined," cried Mummy shutting the oven door with abang, "it's all burnt up. I knew that old cooker was playing up, but wecouldn't afford to get it fixed. What are we going to do? We haven'tanything to eat and look at my lovely dress, I've got grease down itnow?"Mummy wouldn't stop crying. Even Daddy looked very upset and. She stated that she had wanted to be used by a stranger, one she could not see and he could not see her. Mom asked me if gloryholes were real and where she could go see one. I told her I would find out and let her know hoping she would forget all about it. But mom hounded me until I gave in. I found an adult bookstore with video booths and went to check it out, and there were glory holes. I told mom about this and she wanted to go and see this. She begged me to go with her and let see these. Can you teach me?” She asked. I laughed. “Me? Teach you? I’m not your boyfriend. You and your boyfriend can do that when you are ready for it.” She shifted closer to me. “Bolaji, I’m ready. I’m not joking… I don’t have a boyfriend; I just told you that. If there is anyone I could call a boyfriend, it’s you. Please teach me…” “What would I teach you?” I teased. “Don’t pretend… you know what I want. Teach me how to make love… I don’t want to be a virgin any longer.” By this time, my penis had. "While we walked over to Darlinghurst, Rachel asked what we had been doing that had so engrossed us."We told stories," Henry said."Oh?" I told Patrick about half of a Hawaiian shark tale and he told me an Australian shark tale. We were talking about the differences when you phoned." And?" It seems that Hawaiians have cautionary tales, while Australians' are more explanatory." I see, the Hawaiians are like Belloc, but the Australians are like Kipling." Belloc?" asked Henry."Hilaire Belloc wrote.