But she can be proud today for instilling the respect I have for women and the discipline I learned to avoid future disasters. She was an old woman, p...robably in her sixties. Her house was perfect. Its dilapidated, unfenced grounds, raised weeds as tall and thick as my fourteen year-old head. Slinking through her overgrown backyard, I spied the woman sitting down for a cup of tea. It was late, eleven o-clock, an hour past my bedtime. My mother had been giving me and Rodney the silent treatment. "One day, Lena .... I'm going to have you properly," I prophesied.Now, once again a few years later (and I still old enough to ber her father) we were sitting close together with my wife upstairs sleeping."Lena", I whispered, "I want to kiss you". "You can't," she said, "your wife is upstairs." She won't wake for an hour or more," I said and moved my hand to her knee. I knew by now that she'd had many men shagging her. I desperately wanted to be added to the list!She looked so lovely, wearing. There's no reason to feel bad. It's all good!' She smiled at me and I suddenly felt like the luckiest man in the world. 'So just let me know when is good.'A pause.'How about...now? Tonight?' I asked. My pulse was racing. I couldn't wait...'Now? Uh...Well, sure, but...You'll have to give me a little time to get ready...How about if you come back at around ten? That OK?''Ten! I'll be back.' I finished my coffee and we small talked some, but as I left Missy's apartment, life felt very different,. Someone handed her a beer and suddenly she was tossing ping pong balls across a table into cups, albeit poorly. Her opponents were two guys on the basketball squad. Their aim was far truer than drunken Nikki, and so the game was over quickly. Andrea was once again dragging her through the crowd, she gained a second beer and then she was standing in the shadow of the two guys who had just beaten her at beer pong. “You guys are good,” she said, hiccupping like an idiot, “Do you play basketball or.