...FEEL", I said as I searched for words, different words than what I was going to say. I/we were physically expressing it but the words haven't been ...poken. This was becoming dangerous. We were becoming more attached as we talked to one another and the more we talked the more the feelings grew and as those feelings grew the sex was transformed into more, much more than it was initially intended.We were transmitting feelings to each other and we were being gratified on a higher and much. .. I was hoping for something a little more... fun, to swallow." Your reaction tells me you're listening. "Do you uhh... think you can help me with that?"I can see the answer in your eyes. And as I scan your body with a little obvious flirtation I think I can see the answer in your pants too. I check over my shoulder to make sure my room is free, it is, so I put my now empty glass down and lightly take your hand."Come on." I say. "I'm going to take your nerves away." As I stand up, I can see. We were chatting, mostly about school. I was surprised to find out that we shared two classes, which I would have known if I was ever actually there much of the time. My days were mostly either at work, then running to catch up on the notes and class reports or something, or trying to keep three different women from finding out about each other. Juggling Jen and Kathy along with Sissi in my spare time left me very little to spare. She asked me what I did for money, I explained about the gas. . 'God and his conversation with St. Francis. FUNNY and true!GOD:Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a.