(and for their children - so they will understand)Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation....We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are also the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to. I was pretty fucking freaked out at that moment, but she spoke to me soothingly, gave me lots of kisses, rubbed my shoulders and reminded me how much she loves me. I felt a little bit infantilized by this combination of humiliation, control, and affection. It was both uncomfortable and hypnotizing. I felt trapped, yet safe. Why was my girlfriend going to to such lengths to make me more girly? Don't girls like macho guys? Then again I never stood any chance of being macho at all and she still. .. !While the male dominated applause started, I walked over to her and gave her a really great kiss. I felt a change of spotlight color on us to see a heart-shaped light on us, “That’s my girl, her name is Jennifer.”I slapped her on the butt, and she giggled and left. I turned and walked to the orchestra and said, “Brubeck” and they played, the classic “Take Five,” with Stella Van Kirk getting the solo this time on the saxophone. It rotates around, I mandated that.After that, we played nine. He just saw a fuck toy that he would be using again as soon as possible, right? No. Those eyes. Even with a dick in her mouth, she was adorable. His lust began to wane and he finally saw love looking up at him. This was his little girl. She loved him with all her being and he had been neglecting her. His heart thawed and he was able to properly return her gaze. That was all she needed.Slowly still *didn't she need air?!* She finally came up and released him with a small pop. Instead of gasping.