Unbeknown to me, changes were coming, they came in the form of an step brother (Robert) he was the eldest son of my step-father he came to continue h...s schooling,Robert was about 4 years older than me and I welcome him as a good helper with my school home work, a new bed was placed in my bedroom and we became room mates. Life continued with no changes until the day I asked Robert what was the noise that began after light out, his answer was: That is me wanking; don't you do it?My knowledge of. As soon as I got home I raced up stairs and turned on the laptop and logged into the chat site once again. Again I just sat and watched the chat roll again seeing if anything caught my eye. Nothing. Until...18 yo. Not out. UK lad for decent chat. I couldn't click on his name quick enough. "Hi," I typed nervously waiting for a reply. "Hi, asl?" He replied fairly quickly which pleased me. ASL in the chat world mean Age/Sex/Location which is what a lot of people started the conversation with.. "I stared, slack-jawed, as she returned to the bed."What theory is that?" I asked, swallowing a few times to soothe thedryness of my throat. "That you can fuck around with my confused, half-hetero, brain?"She shook her head. "No, to test your 'zero sum' idea. When you wereogling me earlier, I almost told you to cut it out. Then I remindedmyself it was Charles, not Charlene, who was doing that."I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Right. Because Charlene leers at yourboobs on a regular basis?"She. " You in the hotel?" Yes, sir. In my room." I'm in 728."I went directly to Paul Warren's room after leaving a note for Burkowitz about where I'd be. It was unlikely that the Orioles' coaches were performing bed checks, but if they were, I didn't want to be AWOL. One offense a day was enough.When I got to Warren's room, the pitching coach, Arlie Stone, was there as well. They each had a drink in hand but didn't offer me anything."Sit down," Warren said, gesturing to an empty couch across the.