"A few minutes later, as he set her cup down, she looked up and said, "Jesus, Adam, Dad was a holy terror, wasn't he? I can't imagine how Grandmother ...put up with him all those years. I think I'd have disowned him and shipped him off to an institution by the time he was ten. What a little shit!" A mother's love knows no bounds, I guess. It had to be a full-time job keeping him out of jail and in school at the same time. And all the way through college, at that! Judging from the number of times. Standing next to his car, he gave voice to his low opinion of the woman that frequented the Crimson Rose Bistro. “They had better be outstanding lays to deserve cars like this.”Jenny greeted him with a smile and led him to his table. Leaning down, she said, “I’ve got the makings for a good Caesar Salad with slices of steak. Does that sound good to you?”“Sure does,” replied Jerry. Even though months had gone by with him coming to her place, he was still amazed at how much care she put into. I didn't dream, or at least I don't remember dreaming. This was a different feeling after having had dreams for almost a week. To an extent, I missed learning more about what happened up there and what happened afterward. I suppose the historians will have to figure it out.After using the bathroom, warming some coffee in the microwave, and starting a fresh pot, I was ready to begin the morning chores when Mom walked into the room dressed and ready for the day. A minute later, Marita and Karen. I got scared at first still I was very much open to that idea.“Ahh-hm,” grunted Aslam, my adoptive father. It was day time so Aslam’s barbershop was open. There was a customer in the chair excited to see me teased by those big dudes.Quickly I took my hands out and then mischievously licked their pre-cum off my thumb. Aslam was okay with me doing this lovemaking business but not during the day. As a matter of fact, Aslam was the one who suggested this lovemaking idea.Although he denies it, I am.