Soon, we heard my Dad stumbling up the stairs. He pushed the bathroom door open with a bang, and we heard him take a long, forceful piss. I thought I ...heard him open the medicine cabinet door and fumble around, and the he went down the hall to his room.Napoleon jumped up and scrambled to get dressed. “What’re ya’ doing?” I asked. “He knows you’re here. He saw your bike outside. Get back in bed. He’s probably drunk and gonna pass out soon. Then we can finish what we started and you can go. She was obviously sleeping. He sat on the chair, hoping that it would not creak. It didn’t. His mind was in turmoil and he tried to direct his thoughts away from the injured woman. Unsuccessfully. He could not stop thinking about her. Looking at her while she was sleeping felt strangely awkward. It was as if he was intruding on something very private. Her right foot was small but fleshy, as if it had no bones. Her sole was pinkish in color and was devoid of any blemishes. Compared to it, the. She’d always been pretty and that persisted.It was on her seventy-seventy birthday that her perspective on sex mad a major change. Until then she’d looked for partners who were in her general age range. Getting laid at least once on that special day had been a custom of hers ever since she turned seventeen. This one presented a problem. Her regular lover was away but a grand nephew, age twenty-two, was visiting. He was a lively one and she was enjoying his visit. He’d taken her out to dinner. Well enough about me, what about you, why do you like feminine guys?Jim: Well...it was quite a number of years ago, we had a summer house by the lake. My wife's brother was there too with his family and I had my nephew and his friend help me with some work on the boat house. My wife and her brother and family went into the city for a few days for an event in the city. The friend of my nephew who was at a cabin nearby stayed on to help me. We had pizza for dinner and then started watching some.