Everything I write about I believe is possible. I have not, necessarily, done everything depicted in these stories and I cannot advocate making people... do things that they would not approve of, if asked. * * * * * I was really bored. My wife was out of town on an extended trip. The business required very little time on my part. I was a very good delegater. I had agreed to write a book about sex and hypnosis that was going very slowly. I didn’t want to get too personal to avoid people I knew. Told everyone that I kissed like a ‘pansy’.” My head hung upon my shoulders. It did not help that I was the smallest guy in my class.“All this over just one kiss?”I shrugged yet again, “It was a pretty pathetic kiss mom.”“Well what does this Cathy Summers expect Jason — you have to learn with someone!” Mother was getting angry — as was easily apparent in her voice. “Sounds like she is a grade ‘A’ bitch!”I nodded in agreement — I could certainly pick ‘em. If I had not tried to score with the. Well what a disaster! She went fucking mad! At first I thought that she was just putting on a pose so as not to seem sluttish, but it was soon obvious that she was serious.We often go out socializing with the work guys, and she ranted and raved that she’d never be able to look them in the face again. (Mind you, when the time did come again, she said that she was so embarrassed at the thought that they’d seen her photos, but we nevertheless still went out with them all.)The upshot of. We had several drinksand danced and Cyn caught many an eye as she looked soattractive and sexy. She was having a lot of fun andalso had plenty to drink, which seemed to make her alittle more flirtatious than usual. Fortunately drinkcan also make her pretty horny. Not too late in the evening we stepped outside for somefresh air. We wandered over to the playground, whichwas near the hall and yet fairly dark. Although we werewithin 40 or 50 feet of the hall entrance and couldhear the music playing.