“I think it about two years before our ‘encounter’ in the garage apartment. Around this time I was already half way in love with you and curious about sex as any teenager, this was way before I even knew about vibrators.

“Hey, whatever happened to Michael, Jr.?”

She laughed, “Oh him. Yeah, well he didn’t last too long. After a year or so I had to upgrade. He died. Sorry.”

“Damn, which I could have met him.”

“It’s okay. You can buy me a new one.”

“Deal, but only if I get to watch you break him in.”

“Deal. Now back to my story. You know how mom likes to...