We remember the first time we saw eachother in the seventh grade and knew we were destined forever, blond andblond, and hopeless with Math, each, and ...errified of bullies. But soonthe days took us and protected us and we were the days, as the calendarsays March fifteenth, we are March fifteenth, we are the seasons. Weembroider the sky with fleece and bleach up the blue to just the perfectshade on the palette of the sky. We are the warm eggs of our testicles.Just as we are the warm eggs and. Mmhmm. I think…. I think… I think Im done. Im too fucked up. Im going to bed. His eyes were blood shot and he drooled when he spoke. He stood up, stammered and fell back into the couch. Everyone had left but me, and I was just sitting there with Pat getting stoned. She had went in the kitchen and hadnt come out for a while. Hey man, Pat said, you okay to drive home? I walked here, homie. Awwwww man…. Well why dont you just camp out down here? Nah man. I appreciate it but I think Im going to the. . make me yours. . . I’m your woman. . . your girlfriend. . . ohhhhhhh, daddy. . .” Carol cried.John lowered the woman. Now the head of the gigantic cock was pointing at her hairless cunt. Like a wild animal, ready to devour her prey, the young stud slid down Carol and inserted, in a quick motion, all the meat pole in her body. The gaped pussy didn’t gave resistance.Then an unbelievable action happened in front of the stunned eyes of two men and one boy.For five long minutes, uninterruptedly,. If I didn’t get lost in that mountainous hell-hole I think I can find my way around here. What time?”Morgan said, “Not at the crack of dawn. I’m not a morning person. Say, about nine?”At a quarter past nine the next morning the doorbell rang. Morgan cheerfully opened the door and invited him in.Blake said, “Well, here I am. What do you want me to do?”Morgan laughed. “First, I want you to eat. You can’t function without fuel. How do you take your eggs?”Blake looked at him as if he was kidding..