Mr And Mrs. Antolini

Mr and Mrs Antolini had this very swanky apartment with its own bar. He always used to visit my back then. When he got married I played tennis with him and Mrs. Antolini quite frequently. They were both very clever, except Mr. Antolini could be quite witty at times. He's sorta like D.B. Mr. Antolini didn't think D.B should've gone to Hollywood.
I got quite dizzy on the way and thought it was best if I took a cab. I had a helluva time even finding one, but I managed to. When I got to Mr. Antolini's he answered the door really welcoming and told Mrs. Antolini to put some coffee on. We talked for quite a while, mainly about me getting kicked out again. I did make sure I told him that I passed English. Although, I did flunk Oral Expression. It involved a stupid talk in front of the class and every time a boy started talking about something other than his subject you were supposed to yell "Digression!". This one guy was supposed to be talking about this farm but instead he started talking about his uncle and the class started yelling at him. I thought it was more interesting when he did that.
Well we talked for a while after that and Mr. Antolini told me that my dad was pretty worried about me and had told him that over lunch a couple of weeks ago. I went to sleep pretty soon after that. Boy was I sleepy. Thing is though, a funny thing happened when I was sleeping. I don't even like talking about it. I woke up and Mr. Antolini was there sort of stroking my head. I hate it when sometimes perverty like that happens. It's happened about twenty times since I was a kid.