‘It looks confusing, with all these different things going on at once. It reminds me of my cousin’s gymnastics meets.’ ‘They are very similar,...�� he said. ‘Would you like me to explain the rules and point systems?’ ‘Please!’ We spent the rest of the morning discussing the various events, critiquing competitors, and applauding everyone enthusiastically. We seemed to be in our own little bubble, surrounded by all these people and the noise, but set apart. This was the first time I had ever had a. It’s the normal bump and grind. Take off your clothes, your jacket, blouse and skirt. you can leave the rest on. Do it slowly. Make it interesting, you’ve got four and half minutes to kill, if you’re nude after 30 seconds, they’ll be bored and you’ll get booed off the stage. If you win, you can keep the hundred bucks prize money.” She took the tape and gave it to the deejay. When she filled out the disclaimer/entry form she signed her name “Marsha. I realise now how melodramatic it all was, but then, you always realise that you’ve embarrassed yourself after it’s already happened. Anyways, being around her was agony. I confided in a lot of people my heart-felled emotions on the subject. I imagine they grew weary of it quickly, but I kept coming back to them with more. My favourite confidants were female. My guy friends were just growing into their sense of humours, whenever I would come to any of them for advice or whatever, they would. She always greeted me when I came for my visits.“Abigail is a little upset. Perhaps you could go to her apartment and talk with her. She'd love to see you.”“Sure. I’ll bring her a coffee and a doughnut. What number is her apartment?”“Twenty-A. She’ll be happy you visited with her.”“No problem. It would be my pleasure.”I took a coffee and a doughnut and walked out of the facility and to Abigail’s apartment. Abigail was one of the GILF’s that I had my eye on. She was a widower and a sexy.