" Wow, so my daughter was gangbanged by the produce section." Clean up in aisle one," she said, taking a sip of beer. "Okay, my turn. Truth or dare?" ...Geez, okay. Truth." Did you, or did you not, call mom by my name while you guys were fucking?" What the... Who said that, your mom?" Yeah. She said that was the very last time you guys did it, and it scared her so much she went to Uncle Henry." Look, I, I don't remember. She says it happened, but when it happened, if it happened, I was drunk that. For a week we emailed back and forth we decided to meet. He lived 2 hours away and was willing to come to me and rent a hotel room. We decided to meet in at a coffee shop. It was Good Friday and my mom was working so I was able to go out without her knowing. I know not vary safe but when you are 17 you think nothing bad can happen to you. I was so nervous; not only was I was meeting someone for the frist time but I was also going to have sex for the frist time. I had never gone past kissing and. She swallowed twice and then said, "What would you like for dinner. I'll fix anything you want. If we don't have it here I'll run to the store, or fast food, or maybe you'd like something from the steak house? I don't mind. I'll get whatever you feel like." Actually, I fixed myself a late lunch, so I'm not hungry. Just fix whatever for the kids. I think I'll just go lay down in the den for a while." I answered dispassionately."The den? Why not up in our bedroom?" She asked."I've already made up. And many of the wealthy young men and women who crowded out the Fat Pig or the Ursus Majoris were also eccentrically dressed although the price tag for their fashionable clothing would bankrupt Psychlone."Yes?" he asked the two girls outside the door. "Who are you and what do you want?"His initial thought was that the girls were collecting for one of the many worthwhile charities that filled the welfare gap no longer bridged by taxation. Although Psychlone paid taxes, the only benefit he was.