I did not care. All I knew was that i was standing at her door. In one hand, a card, signed with a comment about ‘penelope’. An inside joke that I... knew would make her smile. In the other, an address scribbled down on a piece of paper, the one she had jokingly given me during one of our titanfall nights. ‘As if you would ever come out here,’ she had told me. ‘Who knows? Maybe I’ll just use it to send you something for your birthday,’ I had replied, knowing she was probably right. But here I. It had been my fifth date with cute little Brittney, and she still had not put out. She had let me get as far as exposing her firm round C-cups and letting me suck on them, and rub her pussy through her jeans, but she wouldn't even jack me off, much less give me a suck-job. I was starting to lose my patience.Who the fuck doesn't screw by the fifth date? I thought as I headed to the shower, feeling the lingering aftereffects of the beer I had consumed the night before. It's not like Brittney's a. Look, if it goes in and you can’t get pregnant, where’s the harm?”“Nuala! I am not advocating it! I am saying it can be used as a last resort. Oh, you’ll be the death of me!”“Mother, did you... ?” Sinead didn’t want to ask if her mother had actually had anal sex with her father, she didn’t want to imagine it, but she did want to know if her mother was talking in theory or practice.“No, I never did. Your father was a wonderful and patient suitor.But your Aunty Angelina, I think. No, we shall. But all the cheerleaders were hot.One day my daughter Emily wanted to try out for the cheerleaders. I told her she could but she would have to try out with a different gym teacher or people would think I was unfair.She tried out with Bill, the other gym teacher. I watched through a hole in the wall.My daughter tried her best, but Bill wasn't sure she was good enough.“I think you need more practice Emily.”“But I really want to be a cheerleader!” she said.“Maybe we could work something out!” he.