I watered down his front then went to his hairy back while he was trying to get the dust and grit off his front. after about three circles around him ...e seemed dirt free but i went behind him and watered him down some more just so i could run my hands through the hair on his back.i started at his shoulders going from side to side and without stopping went into his cut-off shorts and rubbed his ass while he was bent over. i took my hand from his cut-offs and saw his balls dangling and grasp them. ” My cheeks flushed. A bowl is a bowl, it’s not a marriage proposal. “Yeah, that would be fun,” I managed. We set the date for the next Tuesday after class. I didn’t know what to expect, the whole friendship deal was pretty lost to me in college. Why not give it a shot and see what comes of it, I told myself. My throat felt like it was clamping shut at the end of lecture. My heart pounded and my cheeks were warm. A bowl is a bowl. We met tentatively outside of the classroom and began to walk. "Listen, I've thrown myself at you in as many ways as I know how and you seem to act interested, then disinterested. I thought I figured out you were gay and you vehemently deny that. Then you tell me that it's you're not man enough for me, or any other woman as far as you think. That pissed me off and infuriated me so much, and I told you as much, that I walked away crying my eyes out for a couple hours, ... yet STILL, here I am. Do I have to hit you over the head to make you see how I. .." Jeff said, drawing out the word, "she's sentient." You're saying this ship is alive?" Well, her brain is alive and conscious. She's a rational, living being. Although her brain bears little resemblance to ours, and she's a telepath, as is the race that created her."The Prime motioned. "Come on; my ready room is just through here. We still have some things to cover." Can we stay on the bridge, Daddy?" Terri asked."I had rather you come with us," Jeff responded. "I think your father still.