" "Sure, honey. Lets sit down on the couch and you can tell me what's on your mind." "Well, it's kind of awkward. It's a girl problem..." "Oh, I see. ...Well, I know you are growing up, and I knew this day would come. We have always been very close since your father left us. We only have each other now. I want you to know you can always discuss your problems with me. Moms can be pretty smart, ya know! Especially when it comes to girl problems." "OK, it's like this; I have a date on Friday night,. Her biggest difficulty was deciding which of her limited number of friends she would be willing to let see her in such revealing clothing, especially since she was sure Will’s challenges would soon require her to reveal far more of her body. As she considered each person she knew, she concluded she didn’t trust most of them to keep a secret and suspected some might use their cell phones to secretly take photos of her in her revealing clothes and a few would have little compunction about sharing. About a month later Sam tells me he has made contact with a couple, a little older than us, who wants to meet for drinks. I look at their profile and the correspondence. I give Sam the Ok to set up a meeting. I tell Sam to make it clear to them that we are just going to meet “nothing else.” Two weeks later we meet the couple at a bar. They are Hank and Judy. They are a ok looking couple. Hank seems very excited to see us, but Judy looks like she doesn’t want to be there. We order drinks and. I could let him slide down to the floor and pee himself or… “Jesus. . .” I muttered as I held Jerome up with one arm around his waist and began to unbutton his jeans. I faced him towards the toilet and pulled his zipper down. He fumbled with his boxers as I steadied him. “I can’t believe this.” The bathroom door was wide open. I wished I’d shut it but wasn’t willing to let Jerome fall to do it now. I shot a quick nervous look into the kitchen before I reached into the fly of Jerome’s boxers. My.