I think the only time I ever went to the doctor was for my yearly physicals. My hair, or what was left of it, was a solid grey, with my beard and mus...ache more salt-and-pepper. I kept them cropped close though and my hair was also short. I preferred it that way. I quit wearing glasses five years ago, opting for contact lenses. I liked them and didn't have to worry about laying my glasses down and forgetting them, like I used to do. I got the kind I could wear 24/7 for two weeks at a time. I suddenly felt really tired. The exhaustion of the past few days sneaked into my body. Everything just hurt. The little Melissa I just had in front of me - was a young lady. Things changed and I felt overwhelmed by all this.Something was wrong - a strange feeling sneaked up inside of me. Chris looked back down to James and me. He gave us one of his nasty smiles - he looked just like his dad in that moment. "These aren't your girls, you don't have no family members left, you don't have a. “Wow,” she whispered.I looked up from my penis, which had stopped moving for the most part after nodding its head a couple of times. I imagined it saying, “Okay! I’m finally free! This is more like it. Now, where’s that delicious little naked girl I saw through your eyes a minute ago?”It wasn’t difficult to personify my organ, actually. First of all it helped me pass the blame for my erotic thoughts to my little head. Second, while it wasn’t bouncing up and down anymore, it was still moving. With my “man in the know” Phil I asked him between sips of orange juice in the common room. “Well by the looks of things Gabe, you’ve got your eyes on Nathan Ohara.”“So you know him?”“Everyone knows Nathan! I’m surprised you don’t. He’s not exactly a private bloke.”“How do you mean?”“Well he’s a popularity person. Talks to anyone and everyone he can, feeds on gossip, and talk about playing the field!”“What?”“You’ve got some stiff competition with this guy Gabe! And knowing him, I think he might.