. I was something of a goth, and an outsider... But now I'm living on my own in New York, just a short distance from the city. I have a good job as a ...echnical Consultant's Assistant for a Technical Assembly Plant in the Big Apple, and my self-confidence and self-image have greatly improved. But now... to make up for lost time I struggle with my damned shyness--now only a problem when it comes to girls. Argh!! I have to beet it, somehow."Can I help?" comes a voice from my computer."What? What's. They might be some boys you fancy," she laughed."And you can decide whether you want to join any of the collegesocieties. I don't recommend joining the hockey club - ladies hockey is apretty fierce game. If you're feeling energetic there's always netball.And of course there be tennis later on - if you like the idea of wearinga tiny skirt and flashing your frilly panties. Now get your cum-stainedunderwear washed, then come and knock on my door when you're ready to goout"As I was washing my. ” This was Jackie at her best. She hugged my waist and we flew down the lake bouncing off the small chop. The spray of the waves was incredible and Jackie was squealing in delight. I started to do donuts which increased her delight. After one 360 she lost her grip and her right hand landed on my crotch. The reaction was immediate and big guy started to wake from its afternoon nap. “Hey careful” I yelled,”If you break it you own it” “Wow, he reacted quickly” she giggled “I never buy. .. what did you do?” “You woke the village.” And several other requests delving into the in’s and out’s of last night during the storm.“Umh, ask the girls.”“We can’t do that. So we’re asking you.”The door flapped back and two Very Happy girls emerged, elbowed their way through us lowly males and waddled over to the fire where the women were group cooking breakfast.The waddle was a dead give-away.Pretty soon, all the women at the cookout turned and looked in our direction. Except ... the married.