I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming...larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater over my head, feeling the heavy wool dragging down on my shoulders. I hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer. Only a 2 or 3 hour paper and the rest of the day off. So we had the entire afternoon to ourselves as the bus maintained its normal timing. My school had a river flowing at the back, quite heavily wooded on the river banks. I have been there several times before. Sometimes with friends to try smoking n drinking. Sometimes alone to masturbate. I loved the feeling of exposing myself in the open air, in nature, with the risk of being caught. So I knew the area pretty well. I planned our visit to. "Go ahead and have a seat, I'll page her."As he sat down and flipped through a copy of Omni on the table, he could hear Lisa talking to Tracy on the phone."Loverboy is here," she told Lisa, whispering."Mark?" Tracy asked."Think again." Jack?" Think again. Hint, 6'2"." Alex?" Nope!" Lisa said, giggling. "Hint, muscular. Brown hair, blue eyes. Gorgeous dimples."Michael felt like blushing hearing Lisa describe himself to Tracy on the other end."Mike?" she said."Bingo!"Twenty seconds later, the. ..this’ll make sense later.Our story begins in the forests of ancient greece. The messenger god Hermes was floating above the trees, sorting letters that Zeus instructed him to deliver to his mistresses, the king couldn’t even be faithful to his own sidechicks. “Hey, Hermes!” the god in question looked and saw his half sister Artemis sitting on a log while skinning a boar.“Oh, hey Artemis!” Hermes greeted as he joined the huntress on the log.“Father sent you to deliver letters to his mistresses.
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