Yeah he seemed both dicktastic and dickalicious. I couldn’t help but wet my lips every time I saw him. I knew his real name or the one he elected ...o give me but it didn’t matter. I called him Mr. Egyptian.Mr. Egyptian and I connected once a week. He complimented our chat with a joint and Hennessey and I preferred the sweet taste of a white wine called Menage et Trois and a water pipe with apple flavored tobacco. Mr. Egyptian, if nothing else is a gentleman. We always began our chat with. For a few minutes, all that can be heard is slurping and happy groans from me and Beth. After a while, Beth says, well, now that we all understand each other, why don’t we go in on a bed, my legs are getting weak from trying to balance on this chair.”We went in my bedroom, and for a couple of minutes, the air was full of clothing being tossed in all directions. I had another brainstorm. “Mom, I said, you were telling me you wanted to try sex in all forms last night, well here”s your chance to. ”“Good call!”Adam heard two sets of boots clacking into the distance. Their heels struck the stone loudly until the heavy wooden door swung closed with a metal clank.He flexed his arms against the thick leather running up his biceps and forearms. The chain at the end of the binder rattled. His limbs were sore, but the soreness was starting to make him feel giddy.An urge slipped into Adam's consciousness. It was an impulse that shouldn't exist. A feeling he tried to shove away, but no longer had. Jesse came out and I hugged her. Everyone went "awww" and started chanting "kiss! Kiss! Kiss you guys kiss!!" so I kissed her and some cheered, some awwwwed and some girls left. Then everyone got on the busses. Zach sat by Rachel and I sat by my Jesse. It was great. We went through the last few museums and then we went to the tomb of the unknown soldier. Some men were doing some kind of ceremony and zack pulled me over behind a wall. "dude, tonight's the last night at the hotel, fuck her why.