Man…”You look like you’re in a trance Jim” came a voice from my side. “Oh…yeah…she’s so fine” “I’m going to have to talk to her ...nd see if there’s a chance I can get a date with her” I told Darrel.“Yeah right” “Obviously you don’t know much about her do you Jim” “What are you talking about Darrel”? “Hey man, come to the park by the basketball courts this Wednesday at 5pm, keep your ass hidden in the tree’s by the restroom and you’ll see what I’m talking about”Darrel wouldn’t tell me anymore. ..The toilets are the usual kind that have the slogans and phone numbers written on the backs of the doors. 'Call this number for XXX fun' and all that usual shite. But they're all bullshit, aren't they?'Course they are... There was this one, once. I'd gone out with the camera to look at the setting sun and take a few shots. I'd nipped into the the cubicle on the beachfront and sat myself down, more to have a smoke out of the wind and take a look at the shots I'd taken, than to use the. We really needed it.Anyway, it was after another one of his sessions that I worked out what had been stressing me out lately. I mean, my life is pretty stress-free; when I’m not laying around in my bra and panties, I’m taking selfies for Instagram or going to the mall with my besties.We do a lot of shopping. Mom lets me borrow her credit card (well, she doesn’t yell at me too much when I steal it out of her purse, anyway) and so sometimes I buy clothes for my friends as well. I’m so glad I met. " I know. Now, where were we?"For a few minutes we made out like teenagers in the back seat of a car at the drive-in. Then it was 1 a.m. and people were drifting out, although the party went on."What now?" Could we go back to your place, your swinging bachelor pad?" I don't know. I'm not sure there's any point, or if I can even get it up."She pushed her hip against me and felt my hardness."Then what's that?" I should have said, keep it up. I've been having a few problems in that area recently.".