35. Hearing what turns him on. I love hearing his fantasies, about two women, three women, about tying me up and fucking me until I beg him to stop �... and then fucking me some more. There's nothing better than hearing a man's real desires – nothing else can make me weak at the knees like that. 36. A man who wears a watch. He knows his direction, he's on time, he's going somewhere. I love looking at the dark, curling hairs on his wrist around it. And I love when he takes it off and takes me to. The only friends I had were my fellow nerds and of course Ben. In general, the whole period from sixth to twelfth grade sucked.Things changed for me in college. There was a more divergent student body and most of the kids there were there to learn so I wasn't the odd man out. Contact lens came along and that put an end to the Coke bottle glasses I had been wearing. I got a girlfriend who ran track and she made me run with her almost every day and that put an end the pudginess. Stella and I. The day after I 'adopted' Mel I visited the office explaining to the ladies of my guardianship, changed her contact details and so forth. (In reality it was three months later after five visits to the Department of Community Services, which made it legal and financially she was covered by payments from Centrelink. I just forked out the necessary doe-ray-me until it happened) The lady who served me gave me a strangely quizzical look and then pursed her lips, pointing through the office over to. “But he doesn’t know about my writing either,” I insisted. “And his wife had left him long before he and I…”“Started fucking?” she ended my sentence for me.I nodded, shamefaced. This time there was no doubt; those words had certainly been deliberately chosen.Though still doing her job, it was clear that the woman despised me.*Despite the high level of tension between us, Pete stood shoulder to shoulder with me throughout the whole of this difficult period. I felt really bad for him; having to.