Friday morning and I skip my morning run, because of the state track competitions. I take a long hot shower to relax, dress and relax. I Head down sta...irs for breakfast, Mom and dad are drinking coffee as I look and see homemade cinnamon rolls. Fuck yeah. I grab two and a glass of milk as Wayne and Cindy follow suit.“Coach Taylor gave me your schedule and it looks like you are in three events,” mom says as I nod and take a big bite out of my cinnamon roll. “Your father and I will be there to. We sit there in an awkward silence for about ten seconds, when she says that she’s got an idea, then grabs my hand and basically drags me upstairs and into my sisters room, and pulls the curtains, by this time I’d sat down on the bed, but she told me to stand up. Then she almost ripped my shirt off me and then took hers off then her bra, I just stood there in awe when she took her bra off and then hung it over my face then she pushed me over onto the bed landing on top of me her bare chest. I guess I just cook,’ she explained nervously as she turned back to the counter wiping and cleaning the remnants of the morning feast. ‘Think away then,’ Daniel said as he patted his full stomach. If the way to a man’s heart was his stomach, this woman must have left a lot of broken hearts, he thought. He watched as she set to work rinsing syrup from the plates, loading the dish washer and wiping down already clean counter tops. It was clear that this situation was making her as nervous as he. Gretchen was the exception.She was just past thirty and still going strong. This street was one of many streets she had walked in different cities and in different countries. Gretchen had started her career in prostitution when she was only sixteen in one of the larger cities of the German Republic and her first customer was a policeman that happily took her cherry with a smile on his happy face. For some strange reason, she associated that with him laughing at her following orders flat on her.