“Paul’s cool, man. He lives across the hall. He’s an architecture major too. He’s in my Design class. You know that madman Joska I told you ab...ut? That class.”“I feel for you, man,” Luke said to me in a normal accent. Then he grinned.I couldn’t help but grin in reply.“Houma’s in Terrebonne Parish, right on the oil patch,” he said, picking up the thread of our earlier conversation. “About an hour southwest of New Orleans.”“Paul’s from Atlanta,” Trip said.“Sandy Springs, actually,” I said. “But. .you don't mean that...' Mitch looked around as if he was about to shout, I panicked and said '...let's go fuck... I really want to...' Mitch looked at me and smiled and said '...come on then, I think you mean it now...' We walked to a part of the neighborhood where there was an empty house and went under the house. There Mitch had me once again drop my pants and underwear to my ankles. Mitch mounted my prone body and spit into his hands and smeared my butt crack and his penile head with his. It's quitting time. Let's go to the dive shop." "Is it OK to tell them we found an old wood boat?" "Yeah we can tell them we're going to try to blow the mud away, so they can use it for classes." They were pretty excited and telling everyone that would listen. I told everybody that "It looked like wood planks, where I could see it, but I had no idea if it was four years or four hundred years old. We would just wash it off and then try to decide what they had."The pump pipe turned out to be a. We were so comfortable together it seemed as if we'd known each other for years. They made me feel so at home. Their names were Jane and Mark. As the evening drew on we decided to go to the local club. We didn't drink much as we wanted to remember the night. I asked Mark if I could have a dance with Jane and we both walked up to the dancefloor. She was wearing really slutty clothes; stockings, thigh high boots, micro miniskirt, g-string and a see through top. Many times she grinded against my.