"Wouldn'tbother me a bit if you wanted to do some either. Why don't you go and getit - Joan?" Oh Mary!" Si laughed. "Since when did YOU get interested...in embroidery?Not exactly your style! And you called him Joan!" "Embroidery? Not really for me," Mary admitted. "Not really - kndagirlish, you know?" Plus, when he's gone to get his stuff?" she laughed."I intend to come sit beside you. Then he can sit anywhere he wants. Asfor what I called him? I'm sorry if it wasn't appropriate." Oh - you ARE a. " Motherfucker, you didn't see a single tear from me. Ain't nothing to cry over until I know the whole story."They pulled up to the terminal and Donny got out. He gave Patrick a fist bump and told him not to get too fucked up."Happy New Year, you pussy-whipped bastard," Patrick said as Donny closed the door. Four hours later Donny was in Marie's home town.The students busted their asses all night and the gym looked even better than before it was trashed. There was still enough time for everyone. His complete lack of resistance encouraged my next move. Amidst the swaying of the train carriage, as it rattled along its long dark tunnel, I traced my fingers up the fly of his trousers, until I reached the top. I released the tongue of his zip and held it, momentarily hesitating, expecting his rejection. There was none. All the sounds of the train and the world around us were blotted-out as my heart pounded in my ears and I was possessed of this young man, held for the moment only by the. My parents went out shopping with my little brother and left me alone so I thought I’d come over here.” “Oh, cool. My parents just left for that business trip thing,” by now we had reached the kitchen and I had started attacking my sandwich. I saw her watching me, and, feeling like a jerk I asked her if she wanted something to eat.“Nah,” she replied. “I just ate.”“Okay.” I kept eating, noticing that she watched me the whole time. Feeling uncomfortable, I quickly finished my sandwich and.