He could seemost of the bed, scattered with lingerie and women's clothing lying in aheap, the coat-hangers still attached to the skirts, blouses and j...ckets.There had to be at least six outfits lying on the bed surrounded by thesmall piles of assorted lingerie. He could see a dressing table litteredwith makeup, perfume bottles, jewellery boxes and the sundry items thatwomen seemed to be unable to do without in their endeavours to lookattractive. A wine glass, half full of red wine was set to. My last class was Creative Writing - Mom's idea - with Mr. Turner. As it turned out (no pun intended), I was glad to be taking it. Mr. Turner was a great teacher, and he suggested that I write up this journal. After three good workouts my balls were dry, so I didn't need "relief" yet again, at least.It was a huge relief to get my clothes on at the end of the day, though I had to do that outside. The girls dressed outside the north entrance, so I didn't see Karen or the others, which was too. Next to him were two empty chairs. His arm was stretched across the backs of the empty chairs and entwined with the arm of an exceedingly beautiful woman, who looked the least like any single grandma she could ever imagine, she was more like a princess. As their eyes met, the beautiful grandmother beamed back at her with a wonderful smile, full of welcome, fit for any pretender for the role of future Mrs Claus. Jennifer smiled uncertainly back at her, and the woman winked! Then the couple rose. Those boys are lighter than I am, but they are also loaded with hormones that they didn’t use to have, but I decide to play along fairly sure that I can maintain control of the situation.“We’re going upstairs to put on our wrestling clothes.”“I don’t have any wrestling clothes.”“Didn’t you bring anything? How about shorts? You can borrow some of ours.”“I don’t think your shorts will fit me. I did bring a bikini for the pool tomorrow. Maybe I could wear that.” “Cool. That will be great!”.