I think it had something to do with all the rock music culture I was immersed in. I just wanted to get high and get fucked. As it happened, Calvin was...proving to be just what I needed. Calvin is a slim guy; Younger-looking than me and kind of boyishly cute. He seriously has the most childish dimples I have ever seen on a teenager. He wasn’t openly gay or anything like that, so I had to pull some tricks to achieve my goal of fucking someone after one of our shows. The gig in question happened. This Monday, however, seemedparticularly difficult.Cal contemplated his weekend. He hadn't gotten particularlydrunk any time during the weekend. After going to the park withMaggie, they'd gone to the Coconut Club, and he'd only had twodrinks. It was what he remembered about after getting to the clubthat made him feel queasy. Somehow - somehow - he'd spent alot of time dancing. And then ... how the hell had he managed tolet himself get picked up? What the hell had happened? Cal'smind ached from. " Mom, you've always told me this is the best hospital around. You know they'll do everything they can." Oh, Jackie. Hold me. I told her it was time to explore. I even gave her condoms for God's sake!" Mom. Come on. Giving her condoms isn't going to make someone rape her. It's not your fault. You didn't know anything was going to happen. Nobody could have known."The nurse at the admitting desk got Mom's attention and told her she needed to fill out some forms. She asked if Mary had ever been. As I said we were tightly packed in that class room, the arrangement of the class was like this all we boys should sit in first three rows and rest of the rows were girls, Me and my three close friends were sitting in the 3rd bench, girls are sitting behind us, from there only we started to talk with girls in the pretext of asking like pen, books, papers etc.. So we boys were enjoying the company of the girls in tuition (only normal friendship).Two months passed like this and we became close.