Bob was at work, as he usually was open a half day on Saturday, but he didn’t get home to 5:00. He came in with several bags. “Chris, come upstair... with me I bought you some things.” I followed him up wondering what he had as he usually didn’t buy much for anyone including himself. He sat on my bed and started to empty the bags. “I thought you might need some of your own things “ he said. One bag held a bunch of makeup accessories and a booklet on applying it. There was a lot of clothes, a lot. " Carly stuttered and hung up her phone.Adam was on Percocet? That was news to Carly. When she left for Los Angeles, he was fine and never mentioned anything to her over the phone or in his emails. It must have happened after they broke up.Carly went back into the theatre and whispered to Jason. "Look, Adam overdosed on Percocet and the cops think it's a good idea for me to go to the hospital so I have to go. I had a great time, I'm so sorry about this." Let me drive you." Jason said starting. Didn’t you know that these were a bunch of horny single sailors? She said she knew how horny they were. She discovered that on the dance floor. When they would hold her close to them she had put her leg between their legs, ‘just for the fun of it.’ When she danced that way with them the side of her belly was rubbing against their ‘things’ as she called their cocks. I ask if she liked feeling them against her and she kind of hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed that she enjoyed feeling all of. Me, I’m five-eleven, eminently forgettable brown hair, and an even more forgettable average body. We ranged in age from 22 to 24. None of us displayed any symptoms of hypogonadism. That’s a fancy word for “testosterone deficiency.” We fucked our way through everything in a skirt, everything that owned a skirt, and everything that could spell skirt in seven tries or less. OK, maybe eight. Or nine. Some girls just deserve extra chances. After six weeks we had all acquired steady girlfriends. Not.