"It's difficult to say, really," Ansel said softly, enjoying another oyster as he spared a glance over at Lucio, appreciating the way he so carefully separated the meat from the shell. "The science of human memory is foggy and inaccurate, at best. I remember that day so clearly, sitting at the oyster bar and lamenting the entire trip as my father chastised me, but maybe it never truly happened. There's a phenomenon called confabulation that is exceedingly common. Your mind misremembers events as they happened, altering information and twisting it around to fit your own ideas of how things were. Sometimes, the memory is made up altogether. That usually happens with single events such as the one I told you about. However, the more connections your mind has to an event, the more accurately the brain remembers. It is why you can remember the name of a childhood friend that you used to spend every day with and not the name of a stranger you met five minutes ago."<br/><br/>Ansel stopped and began laughing heartily, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he smiled. "Ah, I'm lecturing you now. I shouldn't be doing that, this certainly isn't a lecture hall. Please, Lucio, next time I go on a rant just shove something in my mouth to keep the words from coming out." Looking once again at Lucio, Ansel bit his lower lip, leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Point is, I don't think I'm misremembering what happened with my father. But one can never be too sure."<br/><br/>When the professor had eaten his fill of oysters he sat back and took a drink of the champagne that had been brought down earlier. "It sounds like your watery excursions to the seaside were delightful. My parents were never really outdoorsy types. Lounging on the beach was perhaps the one thing they enjoyed, but the sand was a huge downer to them. There weren't very many family trips to anything other than fancy hotels. Which I suppose I can't really complain about. The hotels<i>were</i>nice. As I got into my teenage years, my sister and I we--" Ansel abruptly stopped himself, realizing that he was about to reveal something he promised he would never speak of.<br/><br/>"Johanna and I took advantage of the liberties we were given while on our family trips," he said lightly, shaking the words away as the thoughts still lingered. As Ansel and Johanna blossomed into attractive and horny teenagers, the two would often lure men back to their hotel room (the children were always given one room while their mother and father shared another), where they would engage in devil's three ways with wealthy strangers. Johanna, now a successful business woman with a husband and two children, did not wish to reminisce about her and her brother's sexual antics, but Ansel remembered it fondly. She was the only person who knew about his preferences for younger men in Ansel's burgeoning middle age. The only person other than Ansel's young conquests, anyway.<br/><br/>"Lucio, I took a moment to enjoy something off of you, why don't you return the favor and enjoy a treat from my body?" Ansel leaned back and rested his hands behind his head. "Anything you like. I'm sure you'll pick something simply delectable."