I then said that I felt bad I was having such a good time and he cant get hard for all these great pictures and movies we were finding.He said "I don'...t know what to do, I'm trying!". I asked him what I had to do to help him get hard and get some good stroking done and he just replied "I wish there was something!". I then offered what assistance I could think of starting out "What do you want me to find for you, or download, or whats your favorite movie and I'll find it, anything!" and then I. ”“I want to be a successful pro,” I said. “It’s a long shot, and it’s easy to fail at it, but I feel really grateful to have been good enough to at least get my shot. I’m going to work hard, give it all I’ve got, and see what happens. If I’ve got the goods, it’ll work out. If I’m not good enough, eventually I’ll admit it to myself and go try something else.”“And no time for romance with some young girl who wants to get married and start a family.”“That’s right. At least not until I have a lot. At the end of the night there was a round of 'who's getting a lift with who?' which was a bit confusing, but in the end arrangements were made and I waited outside for Norm and whoever he was giving a lift to.I was a bit drunk but not over the top, but I could tell that Alan was very pissed. He came out of the club and stood next to me, swaying as we waited for our driver.'I'm cold,' he complained, leaning against me and sounding pathetic.He pulled my arm around him and I rubbed his shoulders. “yes, almost home,” I say as I crank the music and make the final turn. I jump out of the car, walk inside.“Hi honey, so I finally meet her huh,” my mom says to me. I look behind my mom and see her. Standing there in jeans and a black top. Her red hair falling down her as she looks at with me with those soft eyes, those green eyes. She smiles, “Hi Dylan.” My heart stopped, I don’t know if it’s fear or teenage hormones but I start to sweat. “Honey, you OK. Don’t be so dramatic. Shy here is a.