‘What happened next? What did you do?’ ‘I remembered what Dad said about making something happen. I broke off the kiss, unzipped my pants, grab...bed her around the back of her neck and pushed her face down toward my crotch. I’m like, ‘Suck it Baby’ I said. ‘You know you want it.’ But I’m holdin’ my breath thinking she’s about to slap my face and call me a pervert. Instead, she takes lets out this little moan, takes a deep breath and goes down on me! I was in heaven! That was my first blow-job. It just wasn't practical for me to own a car in New York. The parking is terrible, and what you can find is very expensive; the traffic is terrible, and you can get there quicker on the subway or something. The few times I needed a car, like for road trips back here, I rented one." You sure can't do it here," Emily shook her head. "We have no public transportation, except when the county senior citizen bus comes to town in the morning and afternoon." But Emily," Dave protested. "I don't know a. Mañana, por favor." "No, Mister Fisher. You must go the Mayor's office to do such a thing."Even the Embassy with their pretentious, "You just have to wait, Mr. Fisher." Or, from a friend, a soon to be ex-friend, "Terry, you just have to keep hoping. Maybe she was at a nearby village. You can imagine the horrendous confusion."I knew she was gone. I saw the incredible number of photos of the devastation. I saw the video's that ran over and over on the television. It was like the worst war scene,. I met and subsequently married the beautiful Sophia shortly after I arrived in Italy from my crypto school. Sophia is of Sicilian descent. However, as far as I know, not part of the bent nose group, if you know what I mean.We met in 1963 when I was 19, and she was 17. By '67, we had three wonderful children, and I felt we had had enough so I secretly went TDY to Ramstein in Germany and had a vasectomy. Let's face it, a good Italian Catholic girl would never approve of me being snipped. I had to.