Bout time. My cousin was at a party in New Orleans, so I got his room for the night with the girls. The room near the bar. The room next to the room ...here sarah and I had sex. Dangerous location for us hormone raged teens. By the time I got back, the place was in a semi clean state. I looked around for the girls, finding them in the hot tub outside. I left my shit inside in the room overlooking the porch, and took off everything but my boxers. I walked over and greeted the girls.“Care if I. "I don't think I can do this." moaned Melinda."Don't look at his face." said Buffy. "Just think of him as Boomer, and do for him what you do for ... Charles." Buffy gestured at the lone boy, who eagerly stepped toward them.She turned to Melinda. "OK, how does ... Charles ... have you do him?" You don't know?" Melinda asked, surprised."What Boomer and I do isn't like what you do. He doesn't want me to do what you do." Buffy still didn't think it would be helpful to describe what she and Boomer. ‘Why can’t it be both weed and a girl?’ but he never even glanced in my direction. Randy chimed in: ‘He’s too ugly to get a girl, at least one who isn’t blind.’ ‘Yeah, he’s like the Thing in the Fantastic Four: he only got Alicia ’cause she’s blind!’ That was Ken again. ‘You know, I have had girlfriends before, it’s not like I’m that ugly.’ ‘You say that you’ve had girlfriends before, but none of us have ever seen you with a girl. You could be all talk.’ I had to work to keep my mouth shut at. . ah ... yes ... steering. You should get back to steering, David. Umh ... SSE that's about 165 degrees from north. Hey. That's what I've been steering. At least I've been paying attention while I've been gone. I think.What brought me back? The radar has no imminent disasters reported. The wind hasn't changed ... much. Nice star lit night, a fingernail clipping of moon hung out to dry ... dead east. South looks good. West is still all lit up. North ... umh ... what happened to north?Nice thing.