Nobody in real life acts like the people in these novels. They're all just a product of somebody's imagination. None of those stories can be real!"As ...Lisa unbuttoned her shorts and slid her zipper down, she heard a rhythmic thumping sound coming from the wall between her and John's room. The framed picture hanging above her desk started to rattle and vibrate as the thumping got louder. "Oh, God," Lisa thought, "he's at it again! It's getting so he does it every night!"Lisa knew exactly what. " But he only saw the doctor recently!" Iris objected angrily. "The doctor said that he was in general good health ... aside from a raised blood pressure - how could he have missed something like that?" It was difficult to diagnose, even when he collapsed and we knew that he was ill, we still had a job tracking it down." the doctor commiserated, and tried to explain. "When he visited his doctor, he would I suspect have seemed healthy enough - right up until his collapse; he would have seemed. I started drifting off.The light flicked on!I opened my eyes, then squeezed them into a squint. Mom was in the hallway by the light switch. She turned and walked slowly toward my room. She was wearing a housecoat loosely tied at her waist. Shit. The light didn’t shine through that. As she neared my room, I couldn’t see any evidence of a nightgown underneath. By the time she reached my door, I was sure of it. Christ, she was sure making my Dad pay. She must have gone to bed naked and then put. Having grown up in a relative vacuum, I had no preferences, and Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Sikhism, and the lot, they were all pretty much the same to me. It was if I had passed through puberty without once masturbating, and now liberated by age and opportunity, I was trying to decide if I should use my right or my left hand. Thankfully, I knew something about sex, even if I was a virgin regarding the world beyond and matters of faith. I had discovered masturbation at 14, and I had been.