Chase was his name. He stood at 6'5 with broad shoulders and calloused hands. He was a farmer from the northern part of Indiana. I was a hometown girl...with farming in my blood who lived in the southern region. There was 80 miles that separated us on the weekends when he decided to go home from school. He knew that we were just friends and that I was dating Frank, so I thought nothing of it when he decided to invite me to his dorm room. Let me just clarify that there was a bit of sexual tension. I took his insistent tone seriously and laid back to enjoy being eaten like a meal by this wonderful man. As I laid there my mind wandered back to where I was a few minutes prior when he was fucking me on the couch arm. I was never a hairy guy, so it never really went noticed that I shaved my legs and underarms just like a girl did. My father wasn’t around and I was raised by mom along with my sister. They were both ultra fem and it rubbed off on me. I could have been a manly man and gone. ”He knew that Beth and Josh considered that Laurie could have been Josh’s daughter rather than his. How many times did he think that himself? “I thought my heart would break when she left Beth, but I had to let her go.” With a shrug, he continued, “You know me well enough sister-in-law to understand how fearful I was to let her come to Chicago.” With a rueful smirk, he said, “You and Josh were never the role models a country preacher would select.”She reached for his hand, squeezed it, and gave. As you get older hangovers are so much worse than when young, so we have a rule – two glasses of water for every cocktail. Sam is a peeing machine under normal circumstances (which leads to golden shower fun from time to time) but when we’re out drinking, she definitely uses the restroom a lot because of all the extra water. It’s not unusual for her to make several trips to the ladies’ room on these nights and as we tend to go out with friends – that girls-go-together rule almost always.