I thought that he'd call later that day, and then maybe in the evening. I hoped that the next day would lead to communication, and the following one t...o. And the next. But no phone call came. Eventually, Saturday arrived and I headed into town to attend the gay youth group."I got fucked last Saturday" I almost matter of factly announced to the group of around 15 attendees, almost as soon as I arrived. "Good for you, did you get a telegram from the Queen?" was the quick reply. "Don't tell me". Pot had come so far. Prior to this my most memorable high had been when every body was out and Tim cleaned out his empty baggie collection.Just the dust leftover from three years of madness. The dregs managed to fill the foil lined bowl of a miniature corncob pipe.One hit and everything turned maroon. That hit was so powerful that nobody hit it again ... once was good enough.What Chuck had was fringed with clear crystals of hardened THC.Whoever had stashed his stuff in my shed missed it .... She began humping him like a bitch in heat. Her vagina swallowed his last inches until all nine were thrusting inside her hot body. Her buttocks flexed to rock her pelvis forward and backward and she screamed “Oh my God!” over and over as she reached climax. She whimpered and moaned during her orgasm, which lasted about thirty very long seconds. This was not love- it was sex. Pure a****l sexual reproduction at its best. There was no doubt her vagina preferred His Majesty’s big black penis to. So I followed him and a couple of other boys down to the swimming hole and I watched them cool off in the water.”“I never knew you had a swimming pool?”Grammy laughed. “We didn’t have a swimming pool! We had a swimming hole! Come on, I will show you!” Since we had just put away all of her gardening tools I was glad to go off on an adventure! Besides, Grammy’s excitement over it all was contagious and usually that meant there was a lot of fun ahead for me!We followed a fence line for a good.