Mome even talked to him, and his mother, about signing up forreal lessons at the ballet studio.But eventually summer came, and he was soon gone.We met...again in our sophomore year, when we started high school.But something had changed. We shared two classes our first year -English and Latin - and I had tried to chat him up, but he was sotimid that we never made it past the "friends" stage throughoutour three years there. We never dated even once.Maybe he was still "one of the girls"?I'd heard. He could not help but continue extremely thrilled. “More than just breaking through and comprehending another bottleneck has occurred to meThe Black Core, I finally learned its originand, literally, cause and effect of everything else!”Zax sounded abstruse, and it was clear to him. Part of it, naturally, was due to the opportunity of unloading the burden of the heavy and prominent knowledge he acquired. The other reason, unbeknownst to him, was close proximity to another Black Core. His Qi. But there was still the reality of whatthis would lead to. Just the thought of having a man, any man, butespecially this overpowering Black one, finish in his mouth, made Finnnauseated. The idea of a load of hot cream running down his throat wasunthinkable. Having it in his stomach, being absorbed by his body,would be irreversibly transformative. How would he ever be able to seehimself as a man if he let matters proceed to that point? How could heever face his wife again once he had sucked. He had an apartment just off campus and asked about this Friday night. He said it was the single most amazing blowjob he had ever experienced. Words could not describe it according to him. And yes, he definitely wanted more….research.We put our coats on, grabbed our bags and were heading out the door. Before he turned the lock on the door he turned and kissed me again. This time it was a simple kiss, lips on lips.“So is Friday a date?” he asked.“Friday is good. But don’t call it a date. Call it.