Did I mention bus? Actually there were a total of six buses that pulled up to Bellman Center—not all from my school—which meant there were approxi...ately 300 horny males entering the Center that night. My first observation was that the host college had provided, at most, 200 females to greet the 300 males. And by some statistical curse of nature, some of these females would not be horny. The odds were not good I thought as I made my way to the non alcoholic punch bowl for a drink. I was poured a. Lea is our older cousin. We both look up to her so I know Cindy will be eager to follow if I mention Lea doing it. Cindy was younger than me and always asking to practice kissing saying she wanted to know what it would feel like in a few years. I know she was curious about her body and I now knew more about our bodies that I could share. That night Cindy asked me about my trip with Lea. I told her how much fun we had because Lea had showed me a game you’re only supposed to play when you’re. I turned to ESPN hoping a dose of sport talk would somehow bring back my virility. To my dismay, it was a show on women weight lifters, all more manly than I could ever be. I turned off the TV and waited for Rene to finish. I must have dosed off for I awoke to Rene naked and cradling my head on her boyish breasts. ‘Gene have I been too hard on you? I thought you liked it when you served me, honey I don’t want to do something you don’t like.’ ‘Honey I get so excited when you tease me and play. The middle drawer was empty but for a couple of magazines. They were quite old, and Florence consigned them to the pile that was to be recycled. The bottom drawer held a mixed assortment of rulers, scales, a sponge that had been used for wetting lots of stamps in a dim past, an old fountain pen, an ink bottle that was almost empty… She decided to throw the lot, there was nothing in there she could use. Then she stopped short and opened the middle drawer again. It appeared to be a lot larger.