I kept telling myself to go in and do what the two of you are doing, but I am a member of the PSOA,” he said.We all looked at him, wondering what he... was talking about?“That’s the Procrastinator’s Society of America – they keep postponing their annual membership meeting,” he said stone-faced.Suddenly, Mom let out a snort – Oh; I get it! Everyone but Sari was chuckling. I explained in her ear, as a really marvelous smile came across her face.We all ate for a while, until, “Dad, how long have you. It’s just the way we are built and just the way the chemicals in our minds work. At an experienced age of 41 my sex life has always been good. I tried marriage once for a few years, and battled with the whole settling down thing. However, my wife at the time didn’t understand my need for sexual adventures and things fizzled out. The only thing that came out of the marriage that I care about and love is my daughter Vanessa. If I can remember that far back in my life, my interest in sex came. He was telling me all about his day as he drove, but I was only paying attention to doing my task of rubbing his crotch. When we got to his house, he had me go into the bedroom and put on my outfit and try some makeup. I did my best, but it wasn't great. I looked like a cheap whore who had been used all night, but I did look like a girl. Then he got out a Polaroid camera and a bunch of boxes of film. He had me pose in various positions...some very nasty. He took pictures of me sucking his. Maybe it was just some special kind of chocolate, but I would almost bet on Kahlua."Ummmm ... I don't think that the coffee at the bookstore was quite this," I paused, thinking of the right word, "intoxicating!"Stephanie just smiled in my direction and didn't say a thing.We sipped and enjoyed our repast for a couple of silent moments, just comfortable being there with each other.I finally spoke,"After you mentioned it the other day, I decided to sign up for the 'Beginning Ballroom Dancing'.