The mother of a girl I used to bust a #3 to inadvertently talked me off

Guro and I had Filipino Martial Arts (FMA) training at 10:30AM. I basically learned 3 counters plus 1 disarm for every angle of attack, all of which I'll have to know for my Basics Instructor rank. And then reviewed Lock and Block.

RYAN: [Fan blocks a stick shot aimed at groin]
GURO: And what is that called?
RYAN: Jon taught it to me as "the Oh Shit" block.
GURO: Ok, that sounds like something Jon would come up with.

And then, the most awkward moment happened:

Remember last summer when I was videotaping rock bands at a house party and I started talking to Salina, a singer for one of the bands? Well, I was busting a #3 when Salina's mom called me up out of the blue! She was hiring me to record one of their upcoming performances. I didn't want to risk blue balls, so I couldn't stop. But I didn't want to finish to this either, so I slowed down. It was just fucked up that I had done this, busting a #3, to her daughter before!

RYAN: I just had the most fucked up moment. Remember how I was working for these bands last summer?
MATT: Yeah, that singer chick, right?
RYAN: Exactly! Her mom just called me up while I was masturbating!
MATT: You didn't stop, did you?
RYAN: No, I didn't wanna risk blue balls, so I had to handle the entire business phone call while masturbating!

Sissy pushed our LSAT tutoring back one hour to 4:30PM.

SISSY: So how was your Birthday?
RYAN: I have gaps in memory here and there.
SISSY: I expected you to say something like, "I don't recall."

My mommy was craving Rubio's Mexican food, so we ate there. Same workers were working. They know us by now. But I tried a steak burrito instead of my usual enchilada plate. I mall-ratted at the Americana before going home for WWE Raw.