“You just won’t have a penis.” “Stop saying that word!” “What word? Penis?” Rhonda leered. “You make it sound so…” “Penis pu...p… penal implant…” “Shh! Quiet, you!” “Penis-roach.” “Excuse me, what? Penis-roach?” Those words put together disturbed him. “Yep, you heard me the first time. A penis-roach is what you call a guy who’s basically like a cockroach, but it’s discriminating and insulting to that species to call a guy a cockroach when he’s basically filthier than that insect, so you. Now me and him, we where complete opposites. He was the popular guy in school, the guy who could get any girl he wanted. He was sporty, being the wide receiver of the football team. He also did parkour and free running after school along with martial arts. He even managed to keep a 4.0 grade point average. He was also openly Bisexual. One day after school I was walking home along the river listening to moving water when the rapid steps of a follower grabbed my attention. Turning around I saw. I really owe you."Merrigan blushed. "No. No, you don't owe me anything." She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she held her tongue."So, um, you're Matt Painter's girlfriend, right?" Ex-girlfriend. We broke up." Merrigan turned to Brianna and it looked like they had a silent conversation. Brianna shook her head, and turned back to Allison."Merrigan and I have been doing some talking over the last week or so, and we found out we have a lot in common. Since she and Matt broke up,. As it was always written about as a stronger more powerful emotion than lust, and if that was the case, then I would be short-sighted to sacrifice a love, no matter how embryonic, even for the sexiest pussy on the planet, and Sarah certainly fitted that bill that night at the Marble Bar. But knowing the canons of English literature, it seemed like those writers metaphorically climbed into bed with me that night. They didn’t glorify lust rather, as the standard bearers for love, they wrote about.