Maybe it was a stupid thing to say. The wrong thing to say. But I knew what I’d say, just as I’d known I could never silence the demons within.“...Sue, I don’t want to stop. I only want to stop if that’s what you want to do. Tell me honestly, honey. Do you want to stop?”Sue was shaking as we held each others’ hands, eyes locked together. “Pete, honey. I’m embarrassed and feel a bit guilty saying it, but I don’t want to stop either.”A weekend of carnal lustSue and I were all talked out. We’d talked. "Don't you even remember your old voice," the voice replied, this timethe sound coming from directly behind me.I spun around and saw standing before me a tall teenage boy. He hadshort brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a kind smile. He was dressed ina pair of cargo pants and an old blue tee-shirt. It took me no time torealize who it was. It was me, or at least it was who I used to be."Who are you? Where am I?" I stammered, finding it difficult to findthe words."I'm Jason, you, in a manner of. {Author's note:From the narrative, so far, the gentle reader might have gotten the impression that I am hung up on anal sex.I'm not. In fact I find it much deficient to normal copulation; second to oral sex, which is second to regular old fill her pussy sex. In fact, there's nothing better than to feel you've teased down the woman's cervix, or the end of her sex canal and to bump up against those ... on the other hand, you don't want to think about what you're bumping up against when you're in. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your lunch. If you need a few extra minutes to finish, I won’t count you tardy for the second half of class. We’ll be working on the orchestration in the first movement.”I took off and got to the table in time to open my lunch and gulp it down. My girlfriends were staring at me and practically bouncing in their seats.“Well? Did you?” Beca burst out. I glanced nervously at Cindy.“I don’t think we should discuss this at the lunch table,” I said. “I know.