I have mixed emotions about this. I’m curious about the book. But I have to be honest. The main reason I’m reading it is because I hate that he ha... such a low opinion of me.I was put off when the first dozen or so pages were a dictionary of some fictional language. The next half dozen pages were confusing. The story was a little hard to follow. I really had to concentrate to figure out what’s going on. But as the boy who was apparently the main character of the book, Paul, was introduced I. “Nope,” she sighed. “But I’m used to that too. He was my first, and it wasn’t all that interesting, even before I knew ... his tastes.”Bobby appeared to think for a bit.“I have some opinions,” he said.“What are they?” she asked.“Well, just remember ... they’re only my opinions. In the first place, you’re prettier than you think you are. It’s just my opinion, but I think you’re quite pretty. As for job skills, you probably have more than you realize. You’ve lived life, and managed a house and a. I decided to pull out of her warm sucking mouth, and it left her lips with an audible "pop." Now ask permission," I instructed Kristen. I indicated the three girls, who were still staring at her, telling her that she needed to ask permission from them to swallow."May I ... um ... swoll-owe?" Kristen said, her mouth full of my seed.The three girls looked at her, still finding it hard to believe that she had sunk so low so quickly."I guess," said Wendy."Sure," answered Camille."Ask Jim," said. I knew that I would soon be discovered by one of them. I was right and within a half hour I was in the back of an ambulance headed for the hospital.I had left my wallet on the bedside table in the guest room at home so I had no identification when I got to the hospital. For some reason I wasn't coherent when the doctors in the emergency room tried to find out who I was and what happened to me. I also had a hard time staying awake. I wanted to make sure my charade didn't end too soon.It was.