Good boys behave as gentlemen. They don't stare at naked ladies. I closed my bedroom door and sat on my bed, wondering if I would ever be able to look...my aunt Brenda in the eyes again. Worse, I feared Aunt Brenda would tell my mom and THAT would cause the ultimate shame.Wallowing in my feelings of disgrace and embarassment I fell back on my bed with a groan, eyes clamped shut, bumping my forehead with my fists; penance might help ease the shame.Still, I could not get the vision of what I had. I swore I wouldn'tplay with myself or look at girls or anything. I was even gonna try toget a boyfriend.I made it two days. Then after dinner I locked myself in my room, andpretty much went nuts. I got on my netbook and frigged myself to picsand vids of naked girls until the middle of the night. I got a coupleviruses, had to wipe the drive and reinstall everything. After that,though, I didn't even care anymore. I didn't want to go back. I wantedpussy.I put out some hints, made a few enemies,. ”“And you went to bed early despite both of us calling you a pussy and a loser for being so tired?”“Yes, I remember.” John said, taking another sip of coffee. Dawn smiled. “Well...we kind of kept making fun of you. One thing led to another... and I kind of told him how awful our sex life was.”“What?!”“Mostly just that your penis was so small.” Dawn said. “But also how I hadn’t had an orgasm in over four years.”“This is so embarrassing.” John said.“Oh there’s way more than that, honey.” Dawn. ———- Amy and Suzanne had dinner with Robert several times over the summer. Suzanne seemed to trust Robert for legal advice and always showed him any contract she needed to sign. Robert spent hours with Suzanne and gave her hundreds of dollars worth of legal advice for free. Amy reflected that it seemed strange that Suzanne went to Robert for advice when Suzanne’s own father was a lawyer and just as competent at reviewing contracts. It was clear that Robert liked Suzanne. He seemed to enjoy.