She’s on her knees in front of this guy, his pants are around his knees, and she’s blowing him. Really working him over, you know? Sucking and str...oking and rubbing his nuts. The whole nine yards.”“What’d you do?”“I watched. I mean, I couldn’t just barge in. And something kinda turned me on about the whole scene. Kinky, I guess. Anyway, I crept down behind the front bushes real quiet like and stuck my head up. I couldn’t hear much, but then I heard him grunt, and Mom wrapped both hands around. " Forty!! God damn, it's great meeting you Methuselah," he continued while offering his Greasy hand"Forty isn't old!" Forty is a hundred-sixty in porn years. Let's move on. Have you ever masturbated in front of a group?" Do family reunions count?" He beamed saying, "I like you. You're kinkier than a fifty-cent garden hose." He then lightly tapped his lavish Bic pen on his desk which promptly collapsed at our feet. "Fuckin' Ikea," he mumbled. "Let's move over to the casting couch."Looking at the. "You know, you're a very attractive young man, Jack. I don't understand why you don't date."Again Jack shuffled his feet, looking down at the ground for a while before answering."I've dated around some, but most of the girls around here are pretty silly. Never found one I particularly liked," he said, staring right into her eyes.Except you, Jackie guessed he was saying, feeling her pulse quicken. She was acting like some crazed matron, she told herself. And yet, damn it, she wasn't. Lizzie reached up and fiddled with the strings of her woolen hat as she looked across the white fields. "It's so beautiful," she breathed. "Albert and I always loved this time of year. Those times seem so long ago now." Prudence patted her gloved hand. "Henry always said that even when life is cruel and unkind it is always the nature of who we are to look for a brighter day. I tend to worry about things of inconsequence that matter not whereas my husband is forever the eternal optimist. My life.