This event proved to be the event that shaped my future. I love the place. In high school I was a pretty good student. Not good enough to win scholars...ips or things, but good enough to graduate in the top 1/3 of the class. Grandma and my Dad came up with the money to get me in the door. The rest was up to me. I took to the business courses like a fish to water. I was fascinated by the whole process even Economics, my least favorite course. It seems as if we spent weeks studying some concept and. If she liked it she might want to ... think about it ... later ... with me ... if you get my drift. I felt my boner starting already. Maybe if I sat down it wouldn't be so noticeable.Linda and Julie scooted apart so I could sit between them. This story was called "Peeking At Sister's Tattoo" and it was just dirty. I mean it was dirty in the old timey sense of being a nasty, dirty, spicy story. And it was different than his other stories. It was told different in a jerky kind of style.But it was. " She reached up, lifted the large gold medallion off her neck, and handed it to Frank. He looked at it. At least it looked like men's jewelry, but he was sufficiently sensitive about his background that he didn't particularly like the implication that he was some gold medallion wearing mook. But it was a gift, and he didn't want to give her any ammunition when the sniping started. He didn't recognize the ideogram on the medallion, but thought it best to keep that under wraps. It probably was. We both agreed that we had come a long way. She asked me a question, "Do you still think about Sally?" I told her truthfully that I did, but instead of it being a deeply painful memory it was now just happy memories of another time. She hugged me and said, "I thought so. The last time you mentioned her was when we argued." We then spent an hour chatting about our life now. I told Kelly that she had made my life bearable and, together, we had changed life in our corner of Yorkshire.She asked me.