I'll see you shortly" I replied absentmindedly. Becky giggled and walk off. I sat there thinking about the possibility of Becky and I inviting someone...else into our love making. I had real doubts that I could actually cope with it. Not just the thought of seeing someone else going at it with Becky but also my own performance as a man. I wasn't exactly a pornstar with my ability to pump away all night....in fact sometimes I struggled to get past 5 minutes with Becky. How would I deal with. I hid the small book in my bedroom and would read the entries late afterthe house was quiet.Aunt Suzanne's hand was very fine and easy to read in the dim light.There were about a hundred entries spanning from 1939 to 1950, but mostwere written during the war. Suzanne stopped writing when my motherMarcela was about twenty-five. Though the tale was tragic it was myhistory and I needed to full memorize every page.From the diary I learned that the locally stationed troops garrison nearthe house. The part of me that was saying, “Don’t get in trouble,” was furiously pointing out the fact that I had no panties on. Strangely enough, the part of me that wanted to feel that same excitement again was also pointing out that I had no panties on. I looked across at my friend and he was sitting there looking hopefully at me. I was standing there completely undecided. The thing that tipped the scales for me was the memory of him adjusting himself before we went back to class. Just that memory. So is it cooking, or job search, or other things?" Jesse asked."Just about everything including domestic," she replied."We have some books that may help you," he led her to shelves that had such books on the store's shelves. "Take your time and let me know if I can help you." The clerk left her to wait on another customer.Lisa walked down the aisle to peruse all the titles. She had no idea where to start. She saw a book named The New You. She selected that one and put it in the basket she.