It started a trend, another grabbed the next guy?s balls and dragged him around in a wide circle, laughing gleefully, one of them shoved three fingers...up a woman?s cunt and started running off, she too howling with her hands gripping his wrists, hopping and waddling frantically trying to keep up with him. A youth kicked another overweight man in the stomach and then, when the man bent over trying to breathe again, he stepped around him, reached under and grabbed the guy?s dick and ball sack. Thank God the light at River Street was green. I turned right. I hoped that I could find Stacie's apartment. I knew that it was on River south of Dundas. I'd taken her home many times, but I didn't remember the exact address. Maybe I'd have to ask someone.It turned out that I had no reason to worry about finding the place. Stacie was standing near the curb. Behind her, a man and a woman were literally throwing clothing onto the sidewalk. Some of it landed in the street. As I stopped the car and. I was 13 the first time I crawled through his window, my parents constantly too doped out to notice or care that I spent my nights sneaking into the bedroom of a 17 year old boy. Of course, any concern they would have had would have been misplaced. He and his brothers were the siblings I had never had. They teased me and looked out for me. I imagine his mother even knew that I spent nights there, one of us sleeping on the floor, nothing ever got past her. She allowed it, though. I suppose. Once during my 12th board year when I was going to Abhishek’s (a friend, NC) house during exam times, on Friday, to study. I usually just walk to his place, it wasn’t too far off. However, it was during the month of August and suddenly it started raining hard.I quickly ran the rest of the way, protecting my books and notes, but getting all wet in the process. I reached the door to his flat, but it was shut and no one seemed to be at home.Just as I started grumbling about my bad luck, I heard.