"Okay. The contest is tomorrow afternoon. Don't be late."The two walked into a secluded hallway, waiting for their elevator."Sorry about that, I just....." Brooke got interrupted by Mark returning the favor and kissing her almost passionately. Mark's breathing quickened as his hands drifted downwards. The kiss stopped. They looked at each other."Sorry," Mark said with a sheepish grin. Brooke blushed. "But I got a surprise for you tomorrow!" What is it?" Now, you got to wait. You know what song. " I never knew from where she would have known me. College? High School? Baseball? But I froze in partial terror, realizing she knew me from some circumstance in the "real world" and now had seen me entirely nude. After she said, "I can't believe I got to see Tom - - - - - - - in the nude," the doctor responded to her with, "Well . . . what there was to see of him." I couldn't believe she said that. The doctor had used a moment of girl to girl unprofessionalism to size me up and put me in a. It looked like she had tears in her eyes. We looked at each other for the first time. And then came the words every male hates. "We need to talk..." I closed the door behind me and took a seat opposite my step-mum. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally I tried to speak."Mum, I'm sor—" was all I got to say before she cut me off."No, Ryan. Let me talk first. First of all I would like to say there is nothing wrong with masturbating. We all have needs and we all do it. But what I am. And the more stories I read, the more hackneyed and predictable the tales became. I have always enjoyed the written word more than the imagery. Don't get me wrong, a beautiful naked woman aroused my younger self, but a well told tale could be just as erotic as that first reading, whereas the pornographic picture lost it's lustre after a few wanks. But then I happened across an old tome of Anais Nin's 'Delta of Venus', an erotic novel set in the roaring twenties. This book contained virtually.