It was just really really hot to me. It got to the point though where I was like, DESPERATE to try sex for real. I had a really good friend back then,...named Drake, who used to spend like all his time at my house, and I talked him into taking a shower with me. And one thing led to another. We kept rubbing into eachother, and it seemed to get us both pretty worked up. I went down on him for like 20 minutes, I had no idea what I was doing, haha! Once it became clear I wasn't going to be able to. It was a chilly and dreary Thursday in late October, and the stables were deserted – the owner and her chief assistant had gone to an auction in the next county, leaving just myself to deal with the very few customers who were likely to turn up. In fact, only one person did so – the Honourable Bitch, as I mentally called her. She had just passed her driving test – of course, doing so at the first attempt, a few days after her seventeenth birthday, which had only boosted her insufferable sense. Finally, we got the green light to depart and I texted my wife. It was now 3:45.“Looks like we’re on our way.” Will only be 30 mins late.”“Pls hurry and be safe” was her immediate response.The 45 min flight seemed to go very slowly, yet in reality, the pilot made up a few minutes and we arrived 10 minutes early.At 4:20, I texted my wife:“Just landed, on my way.”No response from her, which was very unusual, particularly since I knew that she was anxious for me. With my imagination wandering, I. Wendy spent most of her free time with Amy on weeknights, patiently guiding her through the formulas she needed for her new major. The weekends were a different matter. Wendy seemed to be preoccupied with some very serious commitment and increasingly was gone Friday and Saturday nights. She was no longer available to go out for fun. Amy wondered about Wendy’s absence, but now she was spending more and more time with Paul. Increasingly, Amy looked forward to seeing him. The times they were.