“Would I!” I chuckled in reply, knowing full well that it would never happen. So why not play along? I might as well have some fun. I mean after a...l, what would a seventeen-year-old virgin like me do about it anyways.“Hmm,” she sighed. Looking strangely at me. “What do you say I show you sometime.”Instant boner! Shit, I thought to myself. Other than a little kinky talk with an ex-girlfriend, this was about the hottest talk I’ve had with any girl.“I’d say that bulge in your jeans says you’d like. ..then at the same time, I would move my right hand underneath your now completely soaked bud and delicately and lazily play with it, with one finger...with two...letting it grow harder and harder while my pinky finger would slowly, almost imperceptibly, enter your pussy and then, my right hand pinky finger would begin lightly moving up and down scratching at your inner pussy moving in and out and much as the distance from my right and middle forefinger (squeezing your bud) would allow. "Yeah." Smart, too!" Uh-hum." How'd you come to meet her?" She's a volunteer, at the hospital. She came around, read to me for awhile, we got to talking." Lawyer." Yeah." It bother you -- her being more educated than you are?" Pop, she's got a law degree. There are more lawyers than you can count, Pop. Even here, in Pikeville, there are zillions of them! It's not like she's won the Nobel Prize or something." Family's got money, though, right?" I haven't really met her family, but, yes, my. Justine and I had the makings of a power couple. I had my MBA and a cozy job at the bank and she was studying criminal law. How cool is that? Mixed couples like us were indeed coming up in the world, eh? Life was pretty good, and then September 11, 2001 came. From that moment on the world would never be the same. I developed a singular hatred of Muslims on that day, especially after seeing the gleeful reaction from Muslims around the world as the Twin Towers fell in New York City. Those crazy.