”“Yes,” Jane told me. “So just sit on the sofa, and keep your fucking mouth shut!” I was shocked at her tone, but sat down as instructed. Da...rren sat next to me, and Jane got down on her knees between his legs. She the took hold of the zip in his pants.“What are you doing Jane?” I asked, not liking how this was going.“I am going to suck Darren’s cock,” she said simply. “And you are going to watch, and keep quiet.”“But you said you hated sucking cock,” I protested, and Darren jumped to his. * Her top was a dark green, but her shorts where the same black. She was of smaller proportions than her friend, but that didn't make any difference to Gregory. He smiled to himself at thoughts of what a thrill it was to be young, grateful that he at least had some stories in his seasoned age.Slowly turning back to what was in front of him he was suddenly shocked to find himself staring at a butt naked brunette who appeared to be in her mid 20's."Wha-What are you doing, young lady!?" Gregory. Instead, there commenced a time of Mom crying almost every night, screaming on the phone, and lawyers. I remember the lawyers coming by the house and conversations about divorce. Mom told me all about it, blow by blow. I don’t remember the details much, since I didn’t understand anything except Dad didn’t live with us anymore. I remember her exultation and party with her friends when the divorce was final at last, after a couple of years. I was seven years old, almost eight, then. A bunch. I loved a smart and witty woman. As we waited for the check one more very important piece of information about us slipped out, we both loved baseball. The Mets were playing the Cubs that weekend so we hurried to a nearby ticket outlet. Saturday’s game was sold out but we managed to get good though expensive seats to the Sunday afternoon game. We still had the evening in front of us. We walked to the park, I led her onto a hansom cab and we kissed often as we took it all in. We confessed to.