Mom shook her head, "Russ, you're nineteen years old, you should be going upstairs to shower then go out and find some pretty young thing to..." she gave me another wink, "Do what I'd like to be doing ."

"Well, I'm still kind of getting over Jessica. I don't think I'm up to..."

"Oh, please," Mom waved her hand, "At your age you should be thinking about getting off, not getting over. Russ, you're a hell of a good looking young man! You hit a club you won't be going home alone!"

"Same goes for you, mom." I said, trying to turn the conversation away from me. "You're saying you...