I supposed I ought to feel guilty that another love affair had bitten the dust on my account but somehow I could not muster the energy. ‘Anyway,’...Fran went on, ‘Gabriella stayed in her room last night and Connie’s miffed because she was going to have it. She didn’t appreciate sleeping on the sofa, and she wanted to move her stuff in from Tommy’s today. They’ve been arguing about it all morning.’ And now she mentioned it, I could hear raised female voices in the background. I felt this was an. A lotta things."You think back on your love life for a moment, but reminiscence is not why you are here. "I've tried quite a few things, how about you?" Actually, I haven't been with many women. I haven't tried much at all, really. I have had a fantasy about being tied up..." You naughty little boy. Now, now, I wouldn't want to wear you out Hon."You walk over to me, slowly. You look me deep in the eyes. You size me up and down, and can't help but giggle. I is somewhat handsome with long brown. That's why they call me Crotch. All my damn pants have stains on them. Semen stains. These were new slacks. I bought them this afternoon. Oh, shit! I'm sorry Rachel. I ... I'll leave now if you don't mind."My evil mind went into overtime."Wait! Just a second. Come on, get those slacks off and the ... whatever you've got on underneath too. I'll throw them in the washer. Surprisingly, he did."Now will you admit that you owe me something?" I asked gently."Well, yeah?" Get back on the couch. " He laughed awkwardly before threatening me. "I don't want to see you around here." Miranda showed up just as Mark poked me in the chest with his finger. Miranda joked, "Mark, you had your chance with me. Leave my boy alone." He sarcastically agreed, "Boy is the right word." Miranda shot back. "Be careful about your word choice, tiny. Curtis is a real man and unlike someone I won't mention can get it up more than once. On that note, Curtis let’s see how many times you can get it up in one day..