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I have not introduced my friend Dave, and I probably should have. Dave was a good friend I'd met during my motorcycling, drinking days. she owned a motorcycle too, and the two of us had become very good friends. To my knowledge Dave had never had, nor did she want, a homosexual experience. she was a pretty good looking guy and once, when we were both pretty drunk, I had tried, but got absolutely nowhere. she didn't know then, and still doesn't to my knowledge, that I had the slightest gay inkling. We were just very good friends. Dave had somehow learned that I was coming to town and was on the phone calling me before I'd been home 24 hours. My father had asked me to stay with her, which Mom C. encouraged, and so I consented. I found my father in pretty good health when I got home. He'd had a minor Angina attack, but was now fully recovered and back to work. she began dragging me all around town like I was some sort of 8th wonder of the world, bragging and blowing about her son that just got two degrees. I couldn't help feeling a little bitter. What did she have to be proud of? she had done nothing but put me down my whole life, even telling me I didn't have what mature pussy takes to go to college. And now mature pussy was her son who was so wonderful? But under threat of death from Mom C. I said nothing, just rolled with the flow. After the third day I'd had enough and announced that I was moving back to the Collins' using the excuse that my back was bothering me sleeping on that day bed in the den. The truth was mature pussy wasn't my back bothering me, mature pussy was my heart. I didn't feel that this was my home any more, and a day bed in the den just confirmed that feeling.