It was a period in her life when times had been very tough. She told me that she could remember standing in line for hours just to get some of the bas...ic items they would need to survive.I tried to imagine what it would be like to be unsure of where your next meal was coming from. I recalled one fishing trip where I had packed only the essentials needed for the frying of our fish. I was positive we would be able to live off the land and catch all our food. The lake we visited had always supplied. Mom was lying on the bed face down with her head on her arms, sobbing. I went over, sat on the edge of the bed and started to rub her back. “It’s okay, mom, it’s okay, we can fix this.”Mom sat up while wiping the tears from her cheeks. “How can we fix this? Men just don’t like me.”“I don’t think that’s true. Can I ask you some personal questions?”“Of course, you can. You know you can ask me anything.”“Did you have a boyfriend in high school?”Still wiping tears from her eyes, she answered, “No,. Most of the time, they would end up sleeping over at each other’s houses. Having bathed together with each other’s families frequently, they didn’t have any modesty between themselves. One of the girls beside me whispered in my ear that it was the first time she had seen the boys get hard when they were here taking a bath. She kind of wished they had stayed that way for a bit longer so she could try to feel one.“Please don’t try feeling mine in here because it gets big enough that I can’t hide. "Hold on how are you fixed for balls?" What the hell do you mean?" I asked."There is a biker bar out on the road by the county sports complex. They only sell beer and dope, but they say it is lively. I am pretty sure they won't like a cop as a customer." he said."Simon, why don't you come pick me up and we won't tell them what I do?" I figure I would see how he was fixed for balls. I really didn't care, if he was brave or not to be honest. I didn't need a hero, I needed a kinky lover and he was.