I could do house work ... No, I look around. The guy was clean the first time I met him, now the two of us are clean, and other than the weekend’s d...rty clothes and the breakfast dishes ... Okay, I load the dishes into the dishwasher. I can start it when it gets full.Clothes – laundry. How domestic I am. That’s funny. Domestic Jess. Six months ago, I don’t know what I was thinking, but it wasn’t this. Wasn’t anything, really, just go to work, make money, blow it getting stoned and fucked and. I keep wondering if her sexual desires are directed towards me personally or if she chooses me purely because I’m available, because I’m the only person physically close to her while she’s in this bed-ridden, socially isolated state. It seems that her teenage sexual urges are strong, most likely stronger than average and it’s natural that she seeks sexual relief. I know how unpleasant it feels if I don’t orgasm for a long time. The sensation is almost painful and - as bad as it sounds - does. She pulled up to the rest area and stopped. He was getting off the bike and taking off his helmet. His sexy smile and eyes were very warm and alluring. His black leather vest and chaps made her body tingle with excitement. He ask if she wanted to have a drink with him, as he set her on the bike and rode it way back in the rest area and parked it behind a tree. He turned around to face her on the bike. They introduced there selves and he popped a beer open for her to drink. It was colder than. Instead I 'borrowed' the only snow sled ever sold in H-town from a bawling toddler and went zipping down the hill like a scene from Cool Running. Exhilarated I arrived at Naked Truth HQ. In a pretentious display of class the company's name was written in crayon on yellow construction paper then taped to the trailer's door. Climbing two broken steps, I entered the door with a broken hinge. (Wasn't that a Hardy Boys novel?) Inside I was greeted by some dude looking like a down-on-his-luck George.