I don’t know if I was being rational, or simply too screwed up to realize that I was screwed up. Late in the night, with the sound of crickets chirp...ing as the backdrop for my thoughts, I decided I wasn’t screwed up. And finally, I drifted off to sleep.The next morning, Mom woke me up early. I was slow to wake up, having spent what seemed like half the night lying awake in bed.As I sleepily opened my eyes, Mom smiled up at me.“Time to get up, honey,” she said in a low voice. “You’ve got to. I asked for Valerie. ‘Is it about …?’ His eagerness was palpable. I said, ‘I think I should speak to Val.’‘Yes, of course.’ He sounded as though he’d convinced himself I wasn’t calling with the answer he wanted to hear. ‘She’s right here.’‘Hi.’ Valerie sounded just as tense as her husband. Maybe there really was as much riding on this as she had insisted. ‘What’s the news?’‘Well, I’ve had a long talk with David.’‘And?’‘Well, the answer is yes. But it’s not that straightforward.’‘How do you. "Mind you, Bill, old fellow, she's not half as good looking as I am! It will only be a pretty third grade knight who comes to her rescue. She could be in for very long wait indeed, poor girl!"The dragon sighed sadly at this. "I suppose so - but one has to start somewhere! A journey of a thousand miles begins with just a single step. And she doesn't look too bad, especially if the lighting is satisfactory and you view her from the right angle." With your eyes closed is the best way to look at. Moving from one sensitive, favorite spot to another, as my mind slowly daydreamed through the memories of past encounters. I'd usually choose one that hadn't made it to complete fullfilment... you know, one of those erotic occurances that fell short of my actually getting laid. In my mind, while rolling my balls and sensuously stretching my slippery, tightening foreskin, I'd relive every lust filled detail in slow motion, and simply rewrite a more complete ending. My imagination could always.