I was going to get myself into Jake's house today.I went over with my picnic basket and rung the doorbell. Lisa came to the door. "Hello" I said. "Oh,...come on in" said Lisa. That was easier than I thought. I told Lisa that I had made some lunch and was tired of sitting at home by myself and thought it would be nice to have some company. She said that it was a nice thought, but she was the only one home. I don't know what it was about sitting there in the kitchen enjoying our lunch, but I could. We clung together, lips locked, breathing like there was no tomorrow until – YES... OH… YESSSSSSSS. Your body exploded in a never-ending cascade of bliss.Not wanting your arousal to drop, I continued to cuddle and caress you, ready to take you back up there, after you had caught your breath.To my surprise, you had other ideas. You wiggled your way underneath me. ‘Oh my god,’ I thought, ‘she wants to do it.’We were both virgins, so I asked, “Are you sure?”“Uh-huh,” you choked, hardly able to. May I give you a hand?"She hesitated, and then, "Okay, sure. This one's going to be a beast," she said, pointing to the largest of them.At that moment, my door opened behind us. Bonnie came out with her book-bag in hand. "Hey, Daddo, you mind if I..." Her voice trailed off as she saw us standing in the neighbor's doorway, grunting over what was in fact a very heavy box."Here, I'll hold the door," Bonnie announced, jumping over the box, into the apartment, and pulling the door open as wide as it. Do yoga.Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know learned what to do with their life at 22 from a good dominatrix. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know are good dominatrixes.Get plenty of estrogen. Be kind to your boobs. You'll miss them when they're not as perky.Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll wear a frilly maid's uniform, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll get SRS at 40, maybe you'll still be doing the wild thing.