When the summer arrived, we were both distraught about having to part. We had already arranged to be roommates in the dorm again the next year, but we...knew that the months that we would have to spend apart would be excruciating. There was nothing we could do about it, though. We tearfully parted, both promising to call every day.And we kept that promise. We engaged in plenty of incredible phone sex, and continued to feel closer to each other. In fact, I think that the summers that we had to. . It was time to play the waitinggame. ****Jack Peters was your ordinary teenage guy. It was his eighteenth birthdayand he was wondering the streets of Melbourne alone. The day had startedwith him and six of his mates cruising the streets while he had used thenew perks of being one year older to buy his buddies some drinks -legally now. It's not like he was a bad guy, he just wanted to celebrate hiseighteenth like any other teenager would - by getting drunk out. He wanted me in a black micro mini skirt, little black mesh top that barely came below my nipples, five inch platform heels, lots of junk jewelry and a bushy Vegas platinum blonde wig. He said to come to the Diamond Motel on the Gulf Freeway and then he hung up. I recognized his voice as the black man who I had met at a video store several years ago. I'd seen him on a regular basis for a while but then he disappeared until this phone call. I knew he liked sissy white cross-dressers so I had. Original was wearing a black ski mask to complete his criminal ensemble. I watched him scrub with Mom’s steel wool and some Dawn, then dry his hands on the paper towel roll. He went out of sight for a moment, then reentered the picture with a handful of candy from the big jack ‘o’ lantern bowl on the kitchen table. The guy was making himself right at home. As soon as he left my view again, I eased myself over the banister and into the living room. Stupid move, because now I was cornered. The.