"You ask the oddest questions." she said. "Now where do you live?"I gave her my address, but told her I'd meet her in the common area, near the buildi...ng's lobby.10 minutes later, she stepped into the room and every person there stopped what they were doing to look at her. She quickly saw me and came over. She sat down across from me and smiled."OK what's up your butt?" she asked."Nothing," I said."Then why are you so mad at me?" she asked. Her face was pensive but still so beautiful. What I had. My parting advice was.“Put your family first, avoid alpha males and pursue your husband.”Hypocritic words that fell on deaf ears.I did stay friends with Erica. She was a neighbor, our boys played together and I liked her. To convince her Thumper was history, I told her, he'd lost interest in me, I in him and he was history, a lie until it did end.She continued to narrate her escapades to me while she assumed, I was out of action. She dated a Japanese produce man we nicknamed Tojo. He was short,. I mean, I had a family, I went to school ... but my family were, well, different." Different than what?" Well, let's just say we weren't the Cleavers. I'll put it this way, my parents were ... I guess a good word for it is adventurous. And I don't mean they liked to travel, or sky dive. They were swingers. But more than that, they were pretty into ... um ... have you heard of BDSM?" I nodded."My dad was a submissive. My mom was, it's called a switch? Sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive.. The sun hadn't even peeped over the cliff yet and our future oasis from the sun was up and running. Boys and girls came over and added their blankets to cover the sand under the umbrellas. Translation dictionaries were brought out. There was a steady trek of guys and gals to the sea to frolick in the sea and sun. Gals enjoyed watching the swinging dicks and the boys enjoyed watching the bouncing boobs. Basically a great time was held by all while more teens began showing up to the beach and.