San Francisco has everything. Chinese noodles, Mexican tortillas or good old US of A hamburgers at four A.M. in the morning. Big titted girls with dic...ks in the evening. A hot mouth in the afternoon. That wasn't gender specific, was it.In this adventure Gavin, our sturdy pawn in the game of sex, drugs and Rock and Roll San Francisco style, finds himself at loose ends one Saturday afternoon. He has an urge for some solo sleaze so chooses to check out one of the porno theaters in town. Not the. I then informed him, that I might want to do some remodeling to him. When he asked why master, I informed him that I might want to give him tits. He then said his body was mine to do with as I saw fit. I then told him to prove he was my slave, and to crawl to my feet. He dropped to his knees, and slowly crawled to my feet. He stopped looking up to me. I then told him he needed to strip me. He proceded to stand, and grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, slowly pulled towards my head. I stopped him,. Harry moved to the side windows and looked inside. The view wasn't the best. His mother is talking to the minister but she was dressed like she was ready for church. She was in her best white dress with white pantyhose and white pumps with a three-inch heels. Harry couldn't understand that part. Why was she dressed up like that?Jane stood in front of the minister and shook his hand. She nodded her head and knelt down in front of the minister. Harry watched as the minister opened a small tin can. ‘Why?’ It was the only question that seemed to matter to me. ‘I’m ashamed to tell you, Patrick. I’m ashamed of myself and what I did to you and your father. I did a horrible thing and then I ran away. It was the only thing I could think of to do.’ ‘Dad told me you had an affair.’ I was beginning to gather my wits about me. She was shaking her head. ‘No, not an affair. Something worse. A tawdry, sleazy one-night-stand with a stranger. I still get sick to my stomach when I think about it.’ ‘How?’.