By thefollowing Friday I was pretty much up and around. I went in to have mysutures removed. After the doc was done he gave me a mirror. I was stunned...ow much smoother I was. I pulled up my panties and tucked what was leftof my boy parts back and I was even more amazed at how flat I looked.I stayed home that weekend but by the following weekend, I was ready toparty. It was Saturday May 15th. It was warm outside (like 80 degrees) andMandy was with her parents for the weekend. I had bought some. Squinting his eyes against the morning sun and wishing he'd made coffee, he walked around behind the cabin, thinking Béla might be digging for some more roots or something, shivering as a gust of cool air whipped around his bare shoulders. He stepped carefully to avoid any rocks and the stiff bristly grass with his bare feet, wishing he'd put on his boots earlier.'Where the fuck are you, girl?' he thought to himself as he discovered she wasn't anywhere around – at least not where he could. “Yay! I love to talk!”I didn’t love to talk.I couldn’t figure out if she was conventionally attractive or not. Her body was fully camouflaged by her gigantic hoodie and a long, loose, colorful skirt. Her wide, over-eager eyes took up all the focus when I looked at her face, locking onto my sporadic eye contact like a tractor beam. Her nose looked red and raw, as if she was recovering from a cold. Her full lips were pocked with ragged skin, chapped and peeling. I tried to picture here dressed. I kind of looked him over as we walked to his apartment. He was maybe 25 and about 5 foot 8 to my 5 foot 10. More muscular, I had about 20 pounds on him. He had medium length dirty brown hair. All in all, not bad looking, just a regular guy. In his living room Kevin gave me a Woosie strawberry soda water, a strange drink for someone his age and a story to read to help me get an erection. It was Behind the Green Door. As I got hard, he stroked my cock through my pants. Satisfied that it was.