I promise to distract you with funny stories."I whispered, "That would be nice."We made our way through the coffee shop carrying our books, drinks, an... sandwiches. I got a sweet tea and a grilled cheese sandwich. Kendra got a soda and a roast beef on rye. We finally found a small table near the back of the shop, and I sat down with a sigh."You're a life saver." Just helping out a friend." She gave me the cute sideways smile I noticed on Monday. "Don't feel obligated to say anything if you don't. You would call them Muses . . . to help you. A friend of mine is gathering them. You are familiar with the myths of the Nine Grecian Muses?”“Up until today, Mother, you were a myth to me as well.”“Not Mother, Giselle, just Gaia. We often use ancient Greek stories to frame ourselves. It makes it easier for understanding. The Muses were around for a long time. Their role was to inspire people to create, to grow, to become so much more than they were at one time. But the time for Muses waned and. It's always a pleasant walk. The waves lap softly at the shore and roll along the sand, taking my imagination back to the evening when Hazel and I were... Y'know what, it's better if I don't think about tenses anymore. I arrive on time, of course, and there she is, at the table in the corner. She glows, and it's not just the light of her phone screen. I know every thread of her outfit by now, but I still have to drink in the sight of her. She reclines on the bench, her smooth, tanned legs. And then there was my dick - it grew, and grew, until my thick dong and bull nuts made even the teachers stare. I milked the attention - wore only singlets and running shorts to school, I'd sit in class with my legs spread, corded arms behind my head so the chicks and leering teachers could get a glimpse of my underarms and pecflesh, or cop a look at my dickmound. Pretty soon my grades had shot up, the first cunt I dicked was my geography teacher, and soon all the female staff had a taste of.