Because as far as I'm concerned, April has nothing on February. February is still cold, it's still dark, and it has that damn Valentine's Day in the m...ddle of it.My own February hadn't really been that bad, particularly since it followed a January where I had come a little too close to being thrown out of school. I had made a friend with benefits, even if we'd only had benefits once so far. And even if we didn't really have one of those Valentine's Day relationships. I had made a bunch of other. "Chris sat down and made an effort to spread his legs out, as if he stillhad male genitalia in need of space."In fact," she added, "I was just thinking about you and your difficultygetting into the spirit of this experiment." "I already told you, doc, I'm not having sex with a dude, no matter what." "And I'm not saying that you have to," she assured him. "Or with a woman,or even to masturbate -- though I feel fairly confident that you wouldenjoy it." As he winced, she changed tactics. "Look at. And I must be a cutie, I thought grimly to myself as we walked down thehall to my room. How did I know? Well, because every guy we passed inthe hall looked me over with undisguised relish. Maybe it was because mynew breasts were flopping about freely. Even under the sweatshirt Iwore, they could be seen clearly. That and the fact that I felt as if Ihad sacks of flour attached to my chest led me to believe Walt had givenme what the guys in my old Army unit would have called class onehooters. Damn. "Okay, okay. I guess got carried away." His daring smile was ever present."Just go away." Listen doll, that's the last favor I'll do for you. You just need a good fuck." His eyes sharpened."Go to hell." Why, there's nothing more frigid there." His wide grin returned and he laughed. Then he disappeared into the crowd.When Alice finally reached her car she started the motor with an angry roar and fought her way though the clot of traffic until she returned home. Still fuming from the sluggish.