I still couldn't get Stan to speak or to touch me either, but nothing dissuaded me from pleasing him in this way. I surely knew he was in shock, and w...'d get it all out by the time his white stuff needed to bolt.'Should I take off my clothes, I am getting hot, but would that be going too far too fast? Well, wench, you're already blowing him in your garage, so that ship has sailed. Damn, this guy caught me completely off guard. Fuck, I don't care, I can't regret it too much now, he's a hot. I saw lots of add from guys looking to hookup but I really didn’t want to meet a strange guy in a motel. I did come across an add for a four handed massage by two guys. That sounded interesting so I contacted them and made an appointment.I showed up at the appointed time and was greeted by an older white man and a younger black man about 25 years old. They told me to undress and get on the table and I did have told. Both of these guys removed their clothes and started my massage. I was face. Maybe you, Reggie and I can get together this weekend.”“Oh, I’d like that, Howie.”“Are you two studying or having a personal conversation?” Mrs. Kranick said, ending our talk for good.Sydnie-Ann kept staring at me. She didn’t cry and for that I was grateful. She did however pack up her things and left the classroom moments before the bell rang.I couldn’t stand being the center of attention and not having anyone approach me to ask the apparently unaskable question: Had I screwed both Reggie and. “It is a place where one goes to learn to lose grip of societies rules on sexuality. Where you go to discover who you are, not what you told that you are.”“How did you find it?”“Well, for one I’m a therapist,” she says smartly. “But is has been around for a very long time.”“How long?” Casey pushes. “And why haven’t I heard of it?”Jessica shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it is helping us—helping you.”“Us?”Jessica puts her finger to his lips and whispers, “Shhh...”.