I slightly moved my hand on the curve of her waist, and moved a bit lower to caress the upper part of her hips. It was then when she put her hand behi...nd my back and whispered in my ear: ‘How about a dinner at my place tonight?’ I smiled and replied: ‘Only if you don’t spend lots of time preparing the meal, Juana. I don’t want you to be tired after the dinner.’ and gave a naughty smile. She laughed and said: ‘No one said anything about anything after the dinner, Armin.’ I gave a wink and said:. "He wanted me to give him a blow job." What do you know about blow jobs?" asked her uncle."I know enough to know that I don't want Tommy Robbins' penis in my mouth," said the girl who Bob had thought was a lot more innocent than she apparently was."So you've had somebody's penis in your mouth before?" asked Bob, his own organ beginning to respond to the idea of her sweet lips around a hard prick."No" she said, as if she were saying she hadn't bought those new shoes she had her eye on yet, but. I buzz you in. Come inside and elevator is on the right. Get in, and with your elbow, push 3rd Floor. When you get out, I'm on the left. With your elbow, hit my doorbell. OK?" Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow?..."What ... You're coming empty handed?"Wise Italian GrandfatherAn old Italian man in Brooklyn is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside, "Guido, I wan' you lissina me. I wan' you to take-a my chrome plated... 38 revolver, so you will. ‘I’m leaving you…….’ Slowly she stilled, the coldness returning as her memories were shattered by the memory of his voice, his aloofness, his detachment as he had told her, ‘I’m leaving you………’ only last night. It was only last night. Turning her head she looked across the room to the open closet, clothes hanging neatly, in rows, grouped in gender. His and hers. Suits and dresses. Shirts and blouses. Separate but together. Mingled but not touching, much like their life had become. ‘I’m leaving.