I grabbed my small black backpack as I opened my door and got out of the car wearing two white and black Nike trainers, dark blue baggy jeans, a white... t-shirt with a zip up grey hoody over my head and leather jacket over it. With my bag slung over one shoulder I caught a good number of glances from cute girls standing beside their mini coopers or pink beetles and a lot of glances from awe struck jocks as they all just guessed who owned their families new homes.I walked up to reception. I had found no satisfaction in the few men I had tasted, nor in women, and porn did almost nothing to me. I was an avid reader of online erotica, but it was so difficult to find good ones lately, my favourite authors seemed more interested in having a real life than in my pleasure. I was frustrated and horny, lying in my sweaty bed, trying to submit my rebellious kitty into the orgasm that the rest of my body needed. That was my predicament when I heard them opening the door to my brother's. Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies! There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don’t blame me if they bust their gut laughing. Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?MEMORIES :My Dad is. Carolina looked at the breakfast table and said, looking up to me: “Well its breakfast time….” Then she looked at me with her now sweet twinkle in the eye: “more fun after that huh… and… is it only for the boys to have fun?...not so fair, no?..” now with a wide grin, showing a perfect set of teeth.“Yes, this is true” and I stepped to the breakfast table and poured three cups of tea. “Take some time out Carolina and join us”… I pulled a chair back and offered it to her and beckoned Nelson to sit.