..I thought this was an odd question but I told him anyway. He was smiling at me in a flirty way...I have been hit on by guys before (I'm mainly stra...ight but I have in the past gone to bed with a couple of other guys) he kept saying maybe we can see each other again before this is over in his cute spanish accent. After making more small talk he gave me his name and asked If I wanted to join him the next afternoon for a drink...He was pretty sexy, about five, six, slim, hispanic and 21 years. “And he hasn’t been thinking with his prick?” Victor asked mischievously.Angela punched his arm. “You’ll not let me forget that, will you? But now you’ve mentioned it, I want to ask you something.”“Ask away.”“I’m embarrassed to ask this, but tonight ... Will you stay with me? I need you tonight on this day of all days. Does that sound silly?”“No. Of course I’ll do whatever you want me to.”“Victor let’s be clear. I want to sleep with you.”Victor put his arm round her and she leaned into him.. “You are making ridiculous requests. Microsoft is dominating the market. Apple is in chaos. It makes no sense for you to be moving funds from Microsoft to Apple. And who is this company? I’ve never heard of them.”“Adobe is going to be around for a long-long time. Just get me out of these short-term stocks. AOL is going no place fast. Cisco is on its way. I want everything transferred from AOL to Cisco. And get me out of MCI! I never authorized a buy for them.”“Here!” my broker said. “Write down. It wasn’t in a video, though. I had an almost, you could say, ringside view.This happened a couple of years before I went to college and met Mila, so I would have been sixteen years old. In school I hadn’t been particularly popular, which isn’t surprising, what with my mother and all. Refer back to Part One of my story if you need reminding about my mother and all her hang-ups. Anyway, I had hardly even had a friendship of any kind when there was a new girl who turned up in class one day.I’ll.