I liked single moms with the best of them, but I wasn’t going there. Plus, there was the whole fact that something had happened to my DNA last night, and suddenly, all my dick was attracted to was a ballerina that looked like an angel and danced like sin. For all I knew, she could be a single mom…but for her, I’d go there. I’d let her call me Daddy any day. Alright, crazy. Don’t get a woody in the community kitchen line.
