At one point near the end, as I watched the musicians, l caught her looking at me. I turned my head, but she did not look away, instead, she smiled sw...etly and slowly turned her attention back to the stage. I have seen that look on women before and I know that it means, ‘I like you, Michael!’ I liked her too. She could tell (somehow) that the concert was ending, and clapped when everyone else did. I love music, but was wondering how I would share it with his woman, who also seemed to love it,. Want me to read the instructions over?" I'm no good with gadgets...go ahead." ...interesting..."--------------------------Jump ahead - two days ago:--------------------------I woke up the next morning with sore boobies. Mine weren't really big but Mom keeps telling me that I haven't fully grown yet. They're an okay size, I guess. Stupid me, I picked a tight shirt to wear to school. It rubbed against my breasts all day, and by the last bell I was horny as a toad. I rushed home, my thighs rubbing. His name was Alex. He looked different. He didn't look boyish anymore. His face chiseled, his body more muscular. His eyes, still as sexy as ever.He lived down the street from me in high school. Friends, we never dated. But there was that one night. Senior year, AP Physics the teacher assigned the two of us and another guy, Eric to work together in a group project.Nothing happened the first two times we got together to work on the project. However, the third time no parents were home. We had. It was not that I didn't want to keep the correspondence going, but with little chance of seeing Marilyn for some time there seemed to be no point in the exercise. I am not certain whether it was the paucity of my letters or if she had found another young man visiting the hotel to keep her company. Whatever, the contact as fleeting as it was fell by the wayside. Next year Frankie Vaughan also recorded 'Kisses Sweeter than Wine' and every time I heard it I experienced a moment of melancholy for.