I suppose I started to hero-worship him. I'd hand around him and watch whatever he did and try to copy him. I went out and got a proper cycling kit be...ause of him. Tight spandex. It did nothing to disguise your junk, that's for sure. I'd noticed and admired how big a bulge there was in Lou's shorts. I wasn't packing like him, but was still self-conscious about my bulge. Then Lou looked me up and down and told me I looked good in my new kit. That was all I needed to hear.One weekend there was a. And enough peace and quiet to ensure that Suzanne could snooze through until 9 or 10 each morning. Still, a different room every night? Yeah, it was taking its toll. On that forty-second (or was it the forty-third?) morning, Suzanne was determined not to let it throw her. She looked around the room. It was pleasant enough. But it was definitely not a normal hotel or B&B room. It was not anonymous enough. Anonymous rooms were something that Suzanne had got used to over the past month or so. And. " But..." I lost my train of thought when two pairs of footsteps on our cabin's porch stomped towards our door. Our two roommates ran in the room, complaining.Wendi cried, "My hair! It's all wet! Stupid rain.I can't believe it rained on our party. Ugh."Carrie laughed, "Don't worry. If your color runs, you can always bleach it again."Wendi eyed Carrie. "What are you talking about? I'm a natural blond."Robin and I peaked from under the covers at the camp's most bickering pair.Carrie laughed,. We then went into the living room and I poured a couple of drinks for us both, then we settled down on the sofa. Carol reminded me of the first time she tried to kiss me and asked why I ran away. I told her it frightened me a bit and I wasn't sure of how to react. "What made you change?" she asked, meaning the kiss in the store. "I found out that I liked it after all!” I replied. "Is that all you like?" she asked. I put my glass down, reached over, took her glass and put it down and reached.