After all, it was Valentine's Day, and I was out at a fancy restaurant with a female friend, not my wife.We drove back to Stephanie's condominium, wit... me following Steph in my car. She only lived about 5 minutes from L'Canard.The door opened, and Stephanie pulled into the garage. I parked in her driveway, and got my tools and a set of coveralls that I used for when I was doing repairs, out of the car, and then followed her through the garage and into her house.The exterior was that standard. Tina, one of the girls down the hall, was always to herself and I wanted to play with her badly. She’s the only on in the entire dorm room I didn’t lick, finger or kiss. One of the girls told me, she was into only men and not just any men, but men of color. “What?” I can’t have a colored man in this pussy” I remember saying, until I heard how big her boyfriends dick was, I always wondered why she had such a huge gap between her legs. I remember waking up with my pussy wet from those damn dreams. There was even ash and tinypieces of badly singed remnants of my clothing scattered about there aswell, making me wonder what would have happened if I'd been touchingsomeone else when it happened. I shuddered to think about it. Thenagain, I shuddered to think about a lot of things at the moment.It was more than obvious that the twist had drastically altered my body,but I was well aware that it could have changed more than that. I closedmy eyes and tried taking a mental inventory, deciding that. All of us except Carol were about 23, and just needed somesocializing."Well I'm excited at least," I said perking up.Thomas laughed at me. "Excited for what? You NEVER get excited aboutANYTHING."It was true. During any school pep rally I was the kid that rolled hiseyes and trudged through it. When I was younger I always slept well onChristmas Eve and my parents had just as difficult a time waking me upas every other kid had waking up their parents. Even my birthday didn'tkeep me reminding.