The storage unit under the bed was not overrun with junk, but was, indeed, available for storage.Seeing the girl's intense interest, I showed her arou...d the unit. "Sleep here," I said again. "I will not bother you. You should go to sleep now, because it is getting late and the men will be here early to unload the trailer. Then, it will be reloaded and I will leave here, early. Think about what I have said. About where you can go."I closed the door to the sleeper, giving the girl complete. “How are you boy s today” she responds teasingly. “Oh we're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you” remarks Mark in still his boyish voice. “I see you are. How bout some lemonade” ? “Oh yes ma'mm, that would be great” ! Exclaims Mark. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning.Mrs. Clark disappears into the house, and return in a few minutes now clad in a flowing bathing suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our drinks, the conversation continues,. But hey, we thought we had it all figured out. TV shows and movies were telling us to go ahead and sleep with our friends, liking both boys and girls was normal. And we had figured out how to avoid HIV, our President had been telling us that getting a blowjob was not really sex, and the Surgeon General was encouraging us to masturbate.I started my sexual life with another girl when we were both 14. It had started at a sleepover, where we did a little kissing. Then another sleepover where we did. After I eat my sandwich I usually withdraw in a secluded corner, so I don't have to listen to the crap that comes out of some people's mouths or speakers.Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time, because I can't relate to “bitches” and “drive-bys” and I don't feel the urge to wear diamond earrings. The whole hip hop culture is like a foreign object to me. It just doesn't fit. Even listening to it is pure torture for me. Music is something you create with your own hands with the help of an.