My skating was adequate but I hadn't scored a goal in three seasons. My true talent is beating people up. In hockey parlance I'm a "goon." No charm, n... pretty girl, just a goon who spent more time caged in a penalty box than Bonnie Parker. The weather would make tonight's crowd as sparse as belly laughs during the "Joker" movie but I don't need a crowd. Tonight we play our American rivals, the Boston Beavers, both teams belonging to the fledgling NHLA (No Hetero Ladies Allowed). The cold. Last night had been amazing, but I wouldn'thave given it a second thought. But now...she'd given me a lot to thinkabout. I wondered once again if she knew me better than I knew myself."A whole week?" I asked, a tentative quiver in my voice."Until Sunday next week when I have to drive back to college," she said witha sage nod. "If you want, you can fuck my brains out as a dude before Ileave as compensation. But I won't change you back all week, no matter howmuch you beg."I blushed profusely. Instead of jerking on his dick in the shower like Eddie, he did it in his bed with the aid of a sock placed over his big bulging hard-on. That way, he could lie on his stomach and rub his dick on a hard spot on the mattress, while at the same time thinking about some girl he saw at the pool. That method worked so well, he did it when he went to bed and he did it again in the morning. The fact is, Vic loved doing it. Then one day, he discovered that just thinking about a girl wasn’t doing it. I had withdrawn from Yale in good standing. I thought, I can return. Thirteen months and I can be back in New Haven. This time I will enjoy college. I need to get some separation from Mother. She is really getting me down. When I get back, she will be in Florida most of the time.At Camp Buckner in Okinawa, I got lectures, shots, paperwork, and a combat issue. I put the two pairs of the steel reinforced combat boots which Grandfather had gotten me in my duffle bag and wore one of the leather.