A beautiful, passionate kiss. On the back of the postcard names and phone numbers were scribbled in his neat, male handwriting. Everyone who was impor...ant to him was on that card, he told me. I new my name and number still resided on a scrap of paper from our first meeting at the bookstore nearly four weeks ago, and I wondered if I'd ever be added to his postcard list. He'd been taking me out on Tuesday and Friday nights. Dinner and sometimes a movie or a play. Our romance was new and our. Thus, they could not afford 1 hour long hot water showers regardless. Soon after this, Roys abuse of Jesse began. The three boys slept in the attic bedroom, together. Up there, the temperatures were ridiculously hot in summer. They had a fan, but no air conditioner. Three single box-springs with matresses on the floor, pushed together into one huge bed was their sleeping arrangement, with room at the top of their beds for their personal stuff. Jesse had the middle bed. When the temperature up. I went to sleep quite satisfied keeping it all and good with knowing I'll likely be pregnant by morning. I did not care, I was his first and he was pretty darn good. I woke to Kristen speaking and pushing me on the shoulder. My first words were "Where's Jay?" "With Osei, you're in love again?" she asked. I said "No, just lust." "You went raw, lied to him?" I said "yup, I wanted that virgin seed, this girl was not going to miss that". I told her it was a priceless moment when he bred me. I never fucked a whore, but I love going to titty bars.For anyone who is familiar with life on the road, it can be pretty boring. There’s only so much Johnny Cash you can listen to, or buddies on the other end of the radio you can talk to before you start getting those male urges. First comes the constant need to jerk off, then comes the need to visit some strip clubs, then finally, you need to go to a bar and pick up some easy chicks who will fuck you all for a shot of vodka. I’m a typical guy.