Then, I realized: I must look likethat to any runners behind me; fortunately, being last, there was no onebehind me to see my sorry physique.As luck w...uld have it, we ended up being matched together for some teamexercises; those are the kinds which require two boys. There would besit-ups, in which each boy would hold the other's feet as the other didthe sit-up. There would others in which you'd compete, using pressure armagainst arm."I'm Erik," said the other boy as we sat heavily and awkwardly. "Come over," I said."Why?" she responded."Because I want to see you," I said."You're married," she responded."So? It hasn't stopped you from flirting with me." I said.I didn't get an answer. Nothing. I waited for almost ten minutes. And I still got nothing. And I finally said fuck it. I gave up. Turned on some music. Was planning on chilling out, relaxing, and most likely finding some dirty porn online. Hey, I'm a guy. I do my thing when I can't get some of my thing. And lately, with the home. I'd already started to protest when Carmen placed a finger on my lips and said "Shush!" I looked into her beautiful eyes (Carmen looks very much like a young Lauren Bacall. No, she really does.) and felt myself coming under her influence again. It's funny, but only a moment before I had been busily washing my body, thinking of nothing in particular and now here I was, standing open to my friend with my legs trembling, prepared to let her do as she pleased with me.I watched the water running. This was my lonely and slightly crazy friend needing to be held. I started to relax. Then Nicki took a deep breath, turned her head to the ceiling and called out, “Apples. Pears. Cu-cum-bers!” It was the line from the show that had gotten her character dubbed ‘Betty the Loon.’ In another few seconds, she was asleep.I woke up a little chilled. I reached to pull the blanket up and couldn’t find it. I must have knocked it off in the middle of the night. Then I remembered Nicki. Just like a woman..