Robbie knew how I felt of course and would sometimes rib me about it. Debbie was a fun loving girl and we would often go out together, I always treate... her with respect, but my heart wasn't really in it. She was happy enough to open her legs for me, but it was Kelly in my mind, I was fucking. It was not that Debbie was ugly, quite the reverse, but you know how it is when your in love.Things would have stayed like this if it wasn't for the school prom, we went as a foursome, Robbie had brought. We've got to fix your face. We have to look our best for free people, especially citizens." I don't want make up on my face." Trey muttered. "I don't want to look like a whore." Trey," Phyllis said, "good whores don't look like whores and when we fix your face you won't look made up." I want to put a bit of honey on his dick," Gordi said. "And in his asshole. We're supposed to be training him. He'll taste better that way." Come in here, Trey." Phyllis led Trey into a closet that was fitted out. We didn’t “love” each other but we sure “liked” each other. Neither of us had a steady girlfriend/boyfriend. We both dated others but we two had a special connection.We had an ‘arrangement.’ When a ‘dry spell’ went on for too long, we’d get together for a night of fun. I liked her a lot and she liked me. We tried living together. I moved into her apartment for about a month. At the end of the month, we agreed that it wasn’t working and I moved back to my apartment. Neither of us was comfortable. You look at me and mumble something. "Huh? I didn't catch that," I say.A wickedly playful look dances in your eyes, as you shift up onto the pillows. You are wearing one of the worn out, paint stained oxfords I wear for studio work, buttoned only in the middle by a couple of buttons. You repeat yourself with a demure grin. "Pervert!"Caught off guard, my brain shakes itself loose from time immaterial reeling to meet you on your turf. "Oh yeah?! Pervert?!" I retort to your obvious glee; as I.