I would be social with him, occasionally have lunch with him, and of course, try to help him to not get caught all the time. He told me things about my Mother and how she taught him how to be a wonderful lover, something that Penelope could never do. He told me things about my Mother and how she taught him how to be a wonderful lover, something that Penelope could never do. Mom was not amused. I did everything I could throughout our life long friendship to guide him. She was beautiful, smart, hardworking, daughter of a good set of parents, everything that she could ask for to date poor Alan. “Hey there Alan, what’s going on?” I asked. She made her choice, albeit it was my ‘friend’ but never the less, it was her choice as both Alan and my Mother were certainly above the age of consenting.
