Even if a girl showed interest, I was way too shy to ever tell my parents that I had a girlfriend. The idea terrified me. I did have a girl friend in ...th grade for a total of two hours!This continued in high school. I went to a good private high school. I played multiple sports (not good in any of them), got good grades, and did a ton of activities. But I still had no luck with the ladies. I had two sets of friends; my high school friends and my neighborhood friends. My neighborhood friends. He takes a sip of his beer. Nothing better then a Bud Light straight from the tap on a night like this. He looks up into John’s eyes and stars speaking. His voice sounds old, almost deathly compared to the man whose sitting before us as we go around with his smoke watching. ‘Lisa, I … I don’t know how this all happened, everything was great, man… it really was.’ He takes another sip of his beer and another deep inhale already preparing the next one. Its story time, what’s story time with a. No cologne or perfume, openly old fashioned he preferred the manly smell of Dial soap. He wasn’t going anywhere, and there was nobody he wanted to impress. He intended to stay as unobtrusive as possible and just watch and hear what went on. Shawn arrived early and saw his superior, the damned old warrant officer who’d given him more breaks and chances than any man ever deserved. Shawn loved the bastard. If he had ever known or met his father, he hoped he was half the man this old son of a bitch. . . we can do away with the point system." Wait . . . What?" I asked panting."If you come visit me over spring break . . . you can have me until I leave," she moved her lips close to my ear and whispered "however you want," as she slowly rubbed her body against mine."Oh god yes Grandma," I said. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her even tighter against me."You'll come visit?" she asked breathing heavy. I nodded vigorously. She let out a gasp as I rolled her onto her.