He stared at it for a minutebefore something in the back of his mind told him to try it on. Withoutmuch thought, he took it off the hook and slid it o...er his head. The firstthing he noticed was the warm and sensuous feeling throughout his body,Dan closed his eyes, letting his imagination go."I think that red is really your color," a voice from behind him said,snapping him out of his dream state."I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," said a startled Dan. "I sawit there and I just had to. I continued to tell him about our morning and afternoon.He would occasionally stop me when I rambled about details that didn’t matter to him, but sometimes he would ask a question like “How did Lucy react when you saw that girl with the tennis racket shoved up her ass?”“She was curious what it means for a woman to cum,” I admitted.“You weren’t?” he asked me.“I was, but Charity explained there were different signs and not every woman expressed that sort of pleasure the same way,” I told. " I don't doubt Ashley weighed the pros and cons of being friends with Jewel and decided the pros outweighed the cons," he told me."That's not how people make friends," I said."It's how Ashley does it." It's a little..." Different," he finished for me. "I'm guessing she talked to you about our problem with your friends." If you think they're my friends, where did you get your degree?" I snorted.He stared at me for a second before laughing."You know, kid, that's the first time I've laughed since. Living not too far from Concord, Massachusetts, her family sometimes went for a couple of hours at the beach at the state park, up at one end of Walden Pond. Her father once told Heather that it was a very famous place, and when she discovered Thoreau's "Walden" at age twelve, she thought that she might learn why it was famous.It was a tough read for a twelve-year-old, even one that was a little precocious, but it was clear to her early on that the Walden Pond of the 1840s had little to do with.