I’m amazed, I thought he was just a really nice loony.” he whispered to Caroline “loony but very good at sex” Then she raised her voice again ...��But he will be worried about where I am”“He will know” said An’n-Krill, who had come in, “I am his mother.” She looked at Caroline, with something like a scowl; though she knew that the Krill she knew would happily impregnate this pretty thing. “Would you like some refreshment?” Angela was looking out of the window.“That’s a zebra. What’s it doing. I never once called himthat. He wore a PacMan backpack, brought a GameBoy to school and hispencil cases - yes cases, plural - were all Star Trek themed. MikeyDavids would sit with us at lunch time because he smelled like wet dogand nobody else would talk to him.We were the lowest of the low.Social outcasts.Those two didn't seem to mind much. They swapped sandwiches at lunch,argued about WWF and ate bags of pickled onion Space Invaders that lefttheir blazers crusted with yellow corn dust. I. But my first few weekends were spent catching up. This meant I couldn’t go see Kris. Kris understood everything, but when we talked she also had that tone. A tone I interpreted as saying chances were slim for us to make up the lost time. Still, the chemistry between us was such that I had to try. Plus, you could never tell with her. She is so sarcastic, and without seeing her eyes I couldn’t tell what was serious and what was a joke. It would have been easier if I could catch a teasing twinkle. My adventure starts with the high school Lacrosse team in the second semester of my freshman year that my father somehow managed to talk me into signing up for. I didnt know anything about lacrosse, and made a pretty awful player most of the time. But whats important is not what happened during practice, but rather what happened after practice in the boys locker room. For the past few weeks I had been unable to safely take a shower without some dickhead jock either slapping my ass as I walked.