At dinner we talked about the future."There are just so many unknowns, Caitlin." I answered in response to her "Where do we go from here?" question."I...know. Yes, I am still a kid, in your eyes. I am still in high school, while you are in your second year of college already. I'm just a teeny-bopper while you are the stud. I know all that." She was frustrated."Well, all of that is actually true, but I don't think you have to put it so coldly. You are in high school still, last semester as a. The first thing we were going to study was how engines worked using lawn mower engines. Starting about mid-October, those of us with cars would be able to bring them in and work on them. A bonus to this was we would get a big break on parts. The school had a deal with the NAPA auto parts store by the interstate.A solution came to my mind on the clothing issue. I went up to Mr. Prieto’s desk a couple of minutes before the end of class.“Sir, I have a question for you.”“You’re Mr. Badzooski. "The lady then turned to the drivers. "You two just about finished? If you hurry, there's still some breakfast left. You may want to pitch those coffin nails."With that she shooed the parents and child in to the building."Well," said Fred as he ground the remains of his cigarette under his boot, "ready to go inside?"The perimeter suddenly turned grey."Fred," Hank gulped, terrified, "isn't that one of those fields they put up when they're doin' a pick-up?"Fred was stunned. "Yeah ... they must be. I grabbed some more lube and penetrated his hole.Yes, my finger slid in and out easily. Yes, I felt the tenderness ofhis interior. Yes, I saw his body began to match its rolling cadence tothat of my sliding finger. Yes, I heard him moan in bliss. Yes, I feltthe rigidity of his cock.Is that what my life has come to? I'm stroking his dick with one hand,pressing and caressing his prostate --- in his fucking asshole --- withmy other hand, and I'm watching the fucker squirm like a worm in heat.I was.