In this downpour, there was no way that we were going to be able to start a fire, to warm up and dry out. That's when we discovered that, in our frenz... to get the tent set up, mom's sleeping roll came up missing. I ducked outside and did a quick look-around but it must have been washed down the hillside. Now there was only mine and it was the only thing we had that was remotely dry.In a shivering voice, mom said "Turn around for a minute, honey. I'm going to strip these wet clothes off and get. Now, you would think college is where sex is easy. Ladies abound, walking everywhere. Whilst that is somewhat true, my shy, introverted personality somewhat collides with that. If you get to know me, I am a straight man that is very secure in his masculinity. I love women. I have been since middle school when puberty hit me with an uppercut to the jaw. However, a funny story happened. When I was in college, I thought about something. I never thought about males. How did this come about?. And then some friends stopped over with more alcohol and more alternate intoxicants. Two guys, frat brothers of my guy, and one's girlfriend. I knew them all fairly well. We socialized a lot. We all got wrecked some more and, when we were dancing, I was sandwiched by my boyfriend and the spare guy. And everybody was kissing everybody, and hands were taking liberties, and I had been hot and bothered an hour ago before the others arrived. At one point, I was between my boyfriend, his hands on my. ?I own his soul, he says, so he owns my body. Soundsfair to me. It was one yearago that I showed up in Vancouver and knocked on his door, uninvited,unexpected, and completely naked.? I havebeen completely naked ever since. On days when? am not kept inthe closet, I am expected to have his favorite cold drink waiting for him whenhe walks in. If not, I am punished horribly with electricity.? His favorite drink is V8, vodka, and a cup ofmy freshly poured blood, with ice, in a tall glass.? I get the.