We’ve never laid a finger on him ourselves. How many did you give him?” “Ten, I think. It was going to be six, but I was a bit worked up.” “...ounds like it! Still, he’s lived to tell the tale, and it might have helped you with your decimals! How did he take it?” “Not very well. He was play acting a little I think! Jumping about. Wiggling his bottom like a girl. Kept saying ‘Oh, Nan!’ which really annoyed me. Sorry would have been more appropriate.” “Yes, indeed but I bet he was feeling really. All I know is that she has red hair and is wearing a U Of M jacket. I walk in and scan the crowd. Nothing. I work my way to back. Scan the bar -- there she is!Red wig and the right jacket. Checking her out. Big bootie. Big breasts. Cute face. African American. Probably 15 years younger than me. Perfect! Showtime!I walk up, tap her on the shoulder and say "Hello"We get a table. And we talk. Actually I ask questions and let her talk. She's a dancer. She's been out buying outfits for work! Maybe. I'm sure the nurses love working here. From the ones I saw as I was led to this ward, they all looked to be in various stages of pregnancy.I think it's no wonder the hospital doesn't have a large order at the local dairy for breakfast milk. I imagine the nurses go around letting the men suck their tits for it, pumping it out by hand onto the breakfast cereal.This poor sod beneath me doesn't know what he's missing out on by being u*********s. I am now wondering at what point is he going to wake. I don’t think the seventeen-year-old Elyse could have said it directly. The nineteen-year-old Elyse couldn’t. She just asked me to marry her!”“If there is one thing I truly blame Sean for, it’s that. He completely messed up my understanding of sex, love, and relationships at fourteen. That’s part of why I was the way I was during our senior year. Trying to figure it out. But by the time I sorted things out in my mind, life had moved on. And this is NOT me complaining or regretting anything. I.