I'll think about that little quandary, later. Much, much later.She sighed, and squirmed a little on the couch. Piccolo-chan was sore,in a way that was...pleasant. Going from virgin to having made love twicein a night did not make for comfortable walking in the morning, even ifshe did like it.Don't think about that, either.Her mind drifted; and that place that seemed to be connected to Gohanreflected that he was as confused and frustrated as she was, but thelove was still there. Her face heated. They spent their evenings looking over brochures from a travel agency and booking tours they planned to go on during the waiting periods in Japan and Europe.Jake didn't get to see very much of Helen during this time. He was busy with tour production and learning various phrases in six different languages. Helen was busy teaching ground school and taking beginner pilots up in the new plane. At night, both were usually too tired for either of them to make the thirty-minute drive to each other's. I didn't mean to get like this, honest!" No! Don't!" she demanded in a sensuous voice. "Don't be ashamed of your erection, my precious darling. We studied about that in sex education class, remember? I know all about such things in a man, Wayne. And you're a man... you're my young man, aren't you?" Ohhh," the boy groaned in confusion. "Oh, Miss Frazer!" And you want to know something else, Wayne? You think that just because we girls don't have penises like men, that we don't get as excited?. My first car was not a normal car. It was a 1970 Chrysler New Yorker with a 440 Magnum TNT police interceptor pursuit engine that put out 418 horsepower and more than 500 pound feet of torque. It had a passing gear at 95, no shit. The carburetor would open up and the sound of a tingling bell could be heard inside the car. No fuel injection for me, back then. When all my friends were buying Corvettes, Mustangs, Camaros, and Olds 442’s, I had my sedate, four door black sedan with the gold vinyl.