By seven o'clock hegot up to make himself coffee. He couldn't remember eating anything andthought he ought to try to get something down or he would be...ill. Hemade two slices of toast and sat on one of the bar stools they had inthe kitchen, his feet dangling, so he didn't have to put his weight onhis feet. He'd made himself presentable, even though he knew Judywouldn't be down until at least eight thirty, and, judging by her statethe previous night, probably much later.He slowly forced one slice. "Very, very good!" She said. "Good boy! That was quite a load! My, my, my!"The three black guys were also grinning as Melissa was.Maybe I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn't. If anything, I felt tremendously thrilled. There was that strangely exhilarating sensation I really loved."Now, show them how much you love sperm," Melissa said, spreading her legs further apart, and indicating that I should begin with what I'd just deposited on her. I didn't hesitate a second. The three black guys. A stupid football team dare.’ Ben’s shoes scuffed the carpet. ‘I was the co-captain of the team.’ Ben began, ‘Amanda was stringbean skinny, her hair tied into a knot behind her head or braided. She looked like a housekeeper from the 1800s. She had no boobs. She never, ever wore a dress or skirt, and none of us ever recalled her doing so. She was a tomboy. So much so, that there was talk that Amanda wasn’t a girl at all. We thought she was one of the transgender guys.’ ‘And your dare, Ben, let. I dont think my face showed anything. Do you have a date? April twenty-second. I was embarrassed to smile at the joke, but I couldnt help it. I held a hand out to him, which he puzzled at for a moment, clearly not sure whether to take it seriously, and then took it. I stood us from the table and moved not in toward the rest of the dancers, but outward to the nearest wall. The little light-haired Harry Potter-alike was led by the hand, by me, into those shadows where I had at some point in the.