But I like you, Eva, I enjoy your company. I don't think of you as aman anyway. You're a girl with... something extra." She laughed."Pretty much id...al, actually!" That's how I feel about myself too," I admitted, as we got into herbed. "I've come to hate the man I was. He seems like a completelydifferent person now." Okay, that's pretty weird..." she said. "Ooooh, keep doing that!"I guess foreplay is like riding a bike. It had been a while, but Iremembered the technique pretty well. . If I were then I would have reacted more with my intellect. In the end, I had to smile, because it meant that my body was changing.It was getting cold by the second week in October and the carwash was officially closed until springtime. The contract was for one year and we would at least get a start next year if we were forced to change location.Miss Floit found three bands and we both interviewed them after school in the music room. Tom Sonski headed the 'North Birds' and the leader played the. After a bit more drinking and talking about pussy and cocks and fucking and wanking, Tom got up to piss, but instead of going to the toilet, he pulled out his cock and started pissing into a potted plant, getting the rest of of telling him to knock it off before we all got into trouble. He just laughed, finished pissing and without zipping up sat back down on the bed and we went back to talking about fucking again.But soon he he went in to take another shower and Jim, Ron, and I started joking. We are constantly searching for that new "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of many disappointing nights.An idea for a new story came to mind and I thought 'If others can try their hand at writing, why not me.' I knew the stereotypes and old plotlines, so sitting down decided to open myself up and let my story out.First I would need an outline, get the basics down. Coffee by my side, I sat down at my computer and started to type. Believe it or not, the words.