“Brad”, a little singsong in my voice,“do you like anal sex?” Brad, who looked rejuvenated, just laughed, likethe question wa...s meaningless. Meanwhile, Jim had the jar open and started toapply some Albolene to my asshole. I think that got Brad’s attention. ThenJim entered my rosebud with one finger and rotated it. Jim was sayingto Brad, “Watch, I’m getting Terri ready for you.” Brad said he had triedit once before, but his girlfriend screamed. It might affect how the culture views sexuality, it might change the nature of advertising, it might change the standards of beauty, or who reaches the heights of celebrity. Add in biological and cultural quirks and this Alternate Sex Culture could get even stranger.So let's make one, shall we?Every Alternate Sex Culture has to have one feature in common. Just one:1) Vaginal intercourse, while still required for reproduction, is no longer considered the primary "sex" act. It might be considered. After he had left with our dinner order, I mentioned to Maia that our waiter was getting an eyeful while standing by our table, looking down her dress. Instead of adjusting her dress to cover up, she surprised me by saying, "really, maybe I'll tease him a little more," showing a seductive smile. Owen returned with our drinks and Maia leaned forward to sip on hers, giving him quite a view of her tits while she looked me straight in the eye. She seemed to be enjoying her little game. After. Then I assembled my war club, put the baton in my cargo pants pocket, along with the two revolvers. Then I broke down the 12 gauge to wrap in a towel, which I had bought at Walmart at the same time as the Shotgun. I locked the small package it in the truck of my car. After all that I started on my morning walk. The walk along an unfamiliar road took a little longer than usual. I made it back about two hours later. I drove to the convenience store to filled my large thermos and even a small cup.