He waited expectantly for me to begin undressing but I shook my head,"No not this time Andrew, tonight we're doing it my way" No" he shouted, "No, you...know how I like my sex, come on get undressed, but leave your panties on to gag me with" That's just it Andrew, I DO know how you like your sex, but do you know how I like mine?"He looked at me blankly, he really didn't have a clue about my wants or needs and I don't think he ever did!"I think we'll watch a film first and I'm going to have a. But nobody was HAPPY. Nikki was happy.”“I know,” I said. “Here. Us. We do things in proper order. Love. Marriage. Career. Children.”“Yeah. Even though I think those babies talk with one another when they’re together. I just don’t think I can understand what they’re saying, but they do ... You know.”“I know,” I said. “And that’s gonna be a hard thing for Nikki. In a few months she was going to add little Danny to the group. Now...” I thought. “I need to call Gramma.”“She’s got bridge tonight,. Needless to say we never really picked any chicks up.I remember one of the boys suggested going downtown. He said we could cruise Bug House Square. We all asked why what's there?Sonny made a face at us and said that's where the gay guys hang around. Ricky told me the other day he got a BJ down there. We all came up with some kind of reason for not wanting to anything to do with Bug House Square. One Saturday night after a typical date with my steady at the drive in theater I was exceptionally. This is me.”“I have led a sheltered life.” I moaned.“What?”“Unkissed and barely hugged,” I explained.“You mean...”“Yup ... intact.”“No wonder you have issues.”“Let’s get wet.”We walked by the office ... me in my grannie suit and Angie in her nothings. Art saw us walking... “Hey. Arm bands.” He held up a pair of colored straps.We detoured to the office and allowed Art to band us.“There’s no cops ... Let me get you a couple of beers.”“We’re under age.”“When will you be 18?”“That’s right! Wyoming.