Which was saying a lot."Sure, I'll be happy to assist you agent," he said."Good, and the name is Tia," she said. "Now if you don't mind can you walk m... through what happened?" she asked."Roy," he answered her. "Well, it is simple, yet ingenious," Roy began. "First the robbers staged a wreck and you can see that they did use stage blood to get the car to stop." Uh, why didn't they just call it in?" asked Tia."Because whoever it was that set this up picked the right spot. This area is a dead. Each week, I'd get a little bigger. Each week, my hard ons were stronger--which, at college age--meant almost unlimited power. Each week, I'd find little chunks of time when the room was empty--class breaks, or off times--to pump my manhood.One day, of course, Lauren walked into the room and caught me in full dick mode. She gasped. The whole thing was wildly embarassing. The whole thing was in slow motion...and I just kind of slide back under the covers. Needless to say , I thought that was it. "Barbara made a big show of looking upset. "You mean I sweat bullets about mentioning this and you already knew?" We knew that the men's results were not blowing us away like things on the women's side were. You, though, are on the floor all the time and you see a lot more. What do you think is the heart of the problem?" A couple of things. I hate to use analogies from the animal world to talk about people, but it's what I see. Women are herd animals and men are solitary bulls. The women are. A hot shower, some clothes, and a bowl of cereal later, I notice the phone isn’t ringing. I couldn’t tell you when it stopped. The sound of it is becoming such a part of my life that I don’t always even really hear it. Huh. Take that, Eric Greenwood. I don’t even fucking hear you. I step outside onto the shared patio, and there waiting for me is Buck Nelson. He looks up at me as I come out, then turns back to staring at the parking lot. He’s already drinking. Look, I feel terrible how it turned.