My favorite authors are Issac Asimov and RayBradbury. The only bad part is occasionally, I'll read something that makes methink of my gender stuff, an... then I have to stop and fight with theminstead of being able to enjoy the story.****I've been doing a little bit of thinking, Diary. I've got this idea fora story where this kid wishes everyone would go away, and then wakes upto find himself alone in the world. Maybe I'll actually be able to writeit down, that would be cool.***My brother has to. It was like 6 am but I took one and popped the top. I realized where he was going before he finally stopped. It was where we all used to go parking in high school, down by the lake. I laughed.He said, “What? Ya know I gotta tell all my friends I took Kayla Markus down to Make Out Point.” Shaking my finger at him, I said “Don’t you dare! I am married, and Hubby would not think that was too funny.”Travis smiled. “I was just kidding; besides, what happens at Make Out Point, stays at Make Out. Or how much to tell him. If this all played out well, and he and Trevor got serious, there would always be Jimmy as the musclebound and tattooed Greek god in the room, even if Trevor didn’t know it. Tell him about his attraction? His obsession? Or go all the way and tell him everything? He knew the danger: it would not be good for Jimmy if their affair became common knowledge, and it was possible that Trevor would storm out in a jealous rage.But something Jimmy had always stressed rose in his. Mindy and I had been flirting for weeks. We were the ones who snuck off to the woods to smoke when the others were off doing their little brainwash activities. She was really developed. Every chance she got she was leaning into me, brushing her tits against me. Finally on one of our excursions, having lit our Camels, I got up the nerve and kissed her. She kissed back like she had been waiting for it. Unfortunately, we had scarcely begun before we were discovered and dragged back by the.