My eyes widened and I jumped up. What the hell had I just done?"No!" I yelped."What do you mean?" he said looking very annoyed."What the hell is your ...roblem today?" "Oh, I... I gotta' use the bathroom," I said to him as he rolled hiseyes. "I'll be right back."I left the library and walked straight into the men's room withoutthinking. A group of guys started laughing and hooting at me as mywhole body blushed and I ran out of the room. I turned and found a halfopen storage closet and went in,. He was, in fact, the second shortest boy in eighth grade, and to add insult to injury, most girls were taller than him, too.Why, Alex wondered, was thirteen years of age a mystical boundary between childhood and adolescence? Since his birthday two months earlier, was he supposed to fall into moods, rebel against his parents, grow to his father's size, and develop uncontrollable sexual urges? He didn't think he was any more moody, but as he was somewhat moody to begin with, perhaps the effect. They were intense dreams, lots of touching, licking, sucking and fucking. So intense, if fact, that when I woke the next morning I discovered that I had experienced my first “wet dream” since my teens. I was still a little groggy and trying to figure out what to do with a sheet full of cum (I sleep in the nude) when I heard the girls start to open the door to my bedroom. I quickly drew up the covers and greeted them. “Get out of bed, sleepy-head!” they shouted as they barged in. “It’s already. There were people who objected to our college security people being armed on campus, but the Warrington incident as well as other incidents at other colleges proved it was necessary. The rifles and shotguns were kept in a gun safe in the director’s office along with a better set of body armor.On the mats the basics were all that were needed along with take-down skills. All of it should go quickly.One of the side hangars was being used to store the many pieces arriving, based on our preliminary.