Christian's forehead wrinkled inquisitively as he set his cordless phone back on its perch. He was baffled as to who had called him without giving their name and said only seven words before hanging up on him. He had checked the caller ID but the LCD screen read: "Not Available." He considered the possibilities. It couldn't have been a wrong number or the person wouldn't have asked for his name. Perhaps it had been a woman he had had a brief sexual encounter with in the past. The voice didn't seem familiar. This voice had been meek and there was a touch of innocence behind it. He wasn't psychic, nor was he the type of person to read someone just by the sound of their voice, but he was sure of one thing. Whoever the woman had been, he had a feeling he would not be hearing the last of her. Something was tugging at his heart, but he couldn't figure out what.

Shrugging it off as nothing, he rose to his feet and trudged towards his living room. Frankly, he didn't feel like going out and picking up some random girl at the club downtown or getting himself hard at a strip club. He could treat himself to a late night X-Rated film on cable if he wanted to get off. Entering his living room, he flipped on the flat screen television when suddenly, his phone started ringing again.

He exhaled sharply, "shit." With a roll of his eyes, he shuffled back in the direction he had come. There was no doubt in his mind who could be calling him. It had to have been the same woman that called before. He marched over to his cordless phone and answered it on the third ring. He almost shouted his words. "Who the hell is this?"

"Uncle Chris! It's me, Matt." The boy said, in a hushed but urgent tone.

"Matt, hi. I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." He moved to sit down at the end of his bed, listening intently to the young man. "What's up?"

"Uh, I'm kind of in a situation here and I could really use your advice. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

"No, not at all. I hope you're not planning on telling me you've snipped away at your dick again. We've been over this before, kid. We did one circumcision and got rid of that un-Godly anteater living in your pants. You don't need another one."

"That's not the reason I'm calling you. Believe me, I'm perfectly happy with the way my dick is."

"All right. What can the intelligent and experienced Christian do for you tonight?"

"Well, there's this girl. I met her about a week ago, and we've been kind of dating on and off. We haven't been getting that serious. I like her, a lot. We were just hanging out at the ice cream parlor today, and she started getting pretty heated with me. Now she brings me back to her place and we start making out."

Christian waited for him to go on, but he didn't. Then, something clicked in his mind. "And you're wondering if you should take it to the next level...tonight. Frankly, your father would kill me for putting in my two cents on the subject, but as long as you use protection, I don't see a problem with it. If you really like this girl, and you want to get physically closer, I'm not going to hold you back."

"The thing is, I really care about her. I'm not trying to rush into anything. If I go too fast, I might scare her off. If I go too slow, she'll probably dump me for the first over-experienced college guy that comes along. God, she's so beautiful...if you could only see her. I want to make her happy. I don't want this to turn into the same shit that I went through with Vanessa."

"Matt, if there's one thing I've learned about the ladies, it's all about charm. You charm your way in, play it cool for a while, and you sir, have left them wanting more. Remember what I told you? It's all about the ladies. If you like her that much and you really want to please her, you open your eyes and ears and cater to her needs. You're old enough to decide what you want and when you want it. Don't be afraid to call it a night and head home either. Chances are, if she's as hot for you as you say she is, I can guarantee you won't be seeing the last of her."

"Thanks Uncle Chris. Really, I appreciate it, but the last thing I want is to seem like some sort of tease. I'm not you, man. I don't have as much of an impact on girls as you do."

"The last thing I'd do is turn you into a tease. Trust me, you play by my rules for the moment, and this girl will be eating out of the palm of your hand. It's not as difficult to charm a woman as you might think. Generally speaking, the only difference between us and them is the desperation to connect, both physically and mentally. Confidence and charm are key factors in seducing the ladies. Remember that."

"I got it. Hey, thanks again man. This really helped."

"Anytime Matty." There was silence on Matt's end, causing Christian to question if there was something else he needed. "Is that it?"

"Uh...actually, I'm kind of having a situation...in my pants. It doesn't want to..."

It took him a moment to realize what Matt was trying to get across. He snickered, "run it under cold water for a few seconds, it should cut off the heat to your genital region...or your money back." A sheepish smile crossed his features.

"Got it. Thanks man, I appreciate it."

"Hey, go get em' killer. Let me know how it goes."

"All right. Bye."

Christian hung up and sighed softly. Pushing up to his feet, he returned the cordless phone to its base and headed back into his living room, praying that he would not have to deal with another mysterious caller. He didn't know if he could control his frustration without lashing out at whoever was on the recieving end. He made a mental note in his head to change his number if push came to shove. If it came to that, Matt would most definitely be the first to know. He already thought of him as his own son, and he felt that it was his duty to be here for him in any way he could. Matt confided in him more than he did his own father, and Christian was not about to complain. Sean's family was his family...at least until he had a one of his own.