I didn’t know any girls, as our school was a single sex third rate inner London grammar school, and none of my school friends, neighbours or my pare...t’s friends had any daughters my age, either ten years older or younger. My shyness and contentedness with my own company didn’t exactly encourage me to actively seek out any new friends, either male or female.So it was a bit of a bolt out of the blue, not what I was expecting at all. I got to know Simon as one of the circle of pals we met up with. They had kissed, cuddled and let the boys touch them a little over the months they had courted them but no more. While they had been happy that Dylan and Sven had liked them, and that they wished to be their boyfriends, they had still been virgins until that night.Neither of them had any conscious memory of how they had ended up in the orgy. Their first real memories were of being dressed by the female Shields and being taken to the hospital with Francine and two other girls who also hung. . you've got to doit,' Simon thought. And with that, he reached out his right hand to Frank.Nervously, almost shaking, he slid the back of his hand quickly down Frank'sthigh. A wave of lust infected Simon that he'd never felt before. Hecaressed the thigh again, more slowly this time, from mid-thigh down toFrank's knee.It wasn't enough. He opened his palm and placed in gently, carefully onFrank's thigh, just inches from his waist. Simon came alive at this contactwith his secretly loved. He wiped the blood from its gleaming surface with the end of his thumb lifting it to his nose to breathe in the smell of metal, the coppery scent of blood and imagined he could still smell her sweet scent clinging like a last memory to the gold. The drive took longer than normal, he took his time, stopping at a gas station at the other end of town and getting gas, using his credit card. He’d put ten dollars in earlier, using cash at a gas station he never used before, keeping his head turned,.