She thought the same way you did. That it was wrong and immoral."I asked "How did the two of you become lovers.... but you can't be lovers....shit?"Je...n again responded, "Remember when I told you Mom got my cherry. The orgasm I experience that day was wonderful. We kept going to the tub while you were at work or skiing. It just became a regular thing. I'm not even sure you can call us lovers. We just like to have good sex together. We've been doing it two or three times a week." How can you have. We went to the bar and ordered a couple of cold beers, and sat quietly talking. Dave said that he had always remembered that afternoon in New York, and always wondered why I hadn't returned for more. I told him that I had felt a little bit uneasy with what had happened, I had enjoyed the experience but didn't want anymore man on man sex. We finished our drinks and Dave asked if I wanted to go up to his room, I agreed as long as I could call a halt if I wanted. He agreed, and we got in the lift. My breathing became very deep as I relaxed, ignoring Mrs. Jung reading an old Sherlock Holmes story to us. His hands moved to the middle of my back, and eventually down to my hips again. I was so relaxed I didn't care. But then I felt his hands slip a little into my jeans and pull my tong up. I realized he must have noticed it earlier and that's probably what he and his friend were laughing about earlier. I reached back and tucked it back in, but he stuck a finger under the "whale tale" in back. "I'll have the thame ath thee hath." I lisped softly. I saw the waiterseyebrows lift a little when he heard me order, then he took a closerlook at my made up face, smiled to himself, but said nothing and leftfor the bar to get our drinks, as we read the menu.The waiter shortly returned with our wine and a basket of warm Italianbread with a ramekin of butter. Linda told me to sit up straight andthrow my chest out. Be proud of who you are and what you are going tobecome, she whispered. I.