And they knew it was coming.For the next thirty-five years, Gustafson's changed hands faster than a tax dollar. Every new owner added stock, sold like...crazy for five months and left.The Quality Department Store became the Mercantile, the General Store, Annie's Attic and that eyesore.When the disastrous fire burned the wood buildings between Gustafson's and The Antler, the Volunteer Fire Department protected the best place in town to get an after work drink and hoped the eyesore would burn to. By the time I got up to the common room, most of the seats had been taken, but there were odd places scattered around. I scanned the room for someone I recognised next to one of the spare places and, with luck, found someone. My course-mate, Imogen, and her blonde friend, Vanessa.“Hi,” I said. The trailers were showing so I didn’t worry about whispering. “Mind if I sit here?”She blushed, but it quickly faded. “Sure.”“Thanks.”I’d barely sat down when a voice from the other side of Imogen said,. Back then, I was really big for my age with long blond hair, blue eyes, and a pretty muscular body from playing football since third grade. My step-dad had also gotten me into weight lifting about a year earlier as we had a weight bench in the garage and several dumbbells. After I finished the yard work, we sat around talking and drinking lemonade, and the guy eventually asked me about sex. I told him I had had sex at a summer camp in the fifth grade (true) where I stuck my penis in a girl but. My card had come. It was plain white with a silver star on one side and a brown stripe on the other. I jumped for joy. I was in.I didn't go that night. I decided to get plenty of rest so that I could enjoy whatever festivities I'd encounter. I loaded my pockets with condoms and a tube of lube and went to sleep, dreaming of hard, hot fucking. The next night, I went to work, floating on a cloud. I ran home, showered, lubed my asshole, then dressed in tight jeans and a white T-shirt. This time.