At fifteen I was quite a player with the ladies. I lost my virginity to my English teacher when I was thirteen and since then I have had my fair share... of girls.Anyway back to the Boy Scout thing and trying to do a good deed every day…I could not resist offering this little old lady a hand with her grocery bags as she crossed the busy street. I also remember an old saying my father told me about no good deed going unpunished. Well it is true. Not only did I carry her groceries across the street. "Why not?" I asked, poutily."Your Mom is taking you and Robbie to look at dresses.She has it narrowed down to seven gowns, and she'sgoing to let you choose the one you want."Mom had this wedding planned like the Normandyinvasion.I wanted something right then, though, and somehow Ifound the courage to ask for it."Jason," I said. "Daddy's been milking me." He's a good man, Honey," Jason said. "I wouldn't wantyou to suffer."Hmmm. "He's supposed to be here to milk meagain, Jason. But I don't want. Only when the hall began to fill did it occur to the chestnut beauty that a modesty board prevented the juicy delights between her thighs from being revealed. Disappointed, she glanced at the programme: first up was a Dr Stephanie Rosenbaum. Eyes travelling down the itinerary, the brown pupils expanded and her breath quickened as Emma noticed the second speaker was a Dr Thomas Strange. ‘Dr Strange, oh my God,’ she said under her breath. ‘Surely not?’ Her mind distracted thus, Dr Rosenbaum’s. Haven’t been to a fandango in quite a while. I look forward to it,” he said rapidly.Anna interrupted the back and forth between Vic and me, obviously feeling it had gone on long enough.“Let’s go to the living room and you can play some songs for us,” she said, giving me a direct look clearly expressing her thought that it was time to let the argument drop now that I was clearly on top.Yolanda seconded her and stood up starting everyone else moving to the living room. Stopping in the den, Anna.