"Did Art call you yesterday?" asked my wife."Yes, as a matter of fact, he did. He said essentially what he had said the day before. You know, that he ...hought he was in love with Barbara and he didn't know what to do about Betsy."My wife nodded solemnly, Art and Betsy Burg being our best friends and now, it seemed, their marriage was in severe trouble."Did you call to Betsy?" I asked my wife."She called and cried for about a half an hour. She says that Art has told her he doesn't know if he. It will be intriguing to see how it is rated. But don't blame me if you read it hoping for a sexual thrill. Do what I do, if it isn't my kind of story, I don't vote. Let others who are entertained (and there will be a few) decide the value of the story without your bogus marks. But I hope most of you will vote, positively I hope, but what ever you honestly believe.One last thing, this is not autobiographical. I sometimes characterize myself as an old codger, but my wife of many years is still. .She’s my bestie you know that girl ramya …Me : omg ! I can’t believe you told this to her ..Can’t your mouth can’t be shut ?She :sorry ..Me: at least tell her no to tell anyone ..If this goes something wrong seriously trust me you are so dead ..She : okay done :) Me : she is pretty cute though ..I winked :pShe : (winked back )really ?Me : yeahShe : hey bro I got idea ..Me : what now? She : I will ask her threesome?Me : omg ! I didn’t know you are such a idiot .She : listen , she was interested. I didn't care too much though, I was the only resident in the whole building, not as if there was anyone around to see.Showers had always helped to ease my mind, like I was scrubbing away my insecurities along with the dirt and sweat. I always had a really long one after football practice, it allowed me to relax & drift my thoughts to other things. My mind when back to my virginity conundrum. It shouldn't bother me as much as it did. I'm sure plenty of freshmen had never gotten laid...Yeah.