"But you, you're not a professional writer." "Well, you *didn't* write it. You're too good of a writer to have even tried. "I couldn't have gotten it ...n TV, anyway," he smiled, sitting up. "See what a smart husband I married," she smiled at him. "You stick with things that Richie and I can watch." "Like girls in skimpy costumes?" he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that fought off his post-nightmare creeps. "Girls in skimpy costumes have always been a part of show business." "I. Suddenly Rachna noticed the tent building inside Jay’s pants. Jay adjusted his pants to hide his boner. But Rachna had already seen it, and she blushed. Jay looked a little embarrassed.Jay: Sorry for that. I didn’t mean to offend you.Rachna: Don’t be sorry, silly. It’s just a boner. I have already seen you naked cumming over a girl.Saying this, Rachna started getting flashbacks of that day. She remembers how good Jay looked naked. His thick veiny dick was far better than her husband’s. Jay was. ”“Well. Mr DiMartino invited me and Dan for dinner because...”We lurked beside Melissa’s locker until she showed up – determined to get off to a good start.Melissa came striding down the hallway, but she slowed down as soon as she saw us. She looked her usual self – all clean and neat and unruffled. I looked closely and couldn’t decide what was going on inside of her – she really is good at hiding her true emotions.Melissa walked towards us and smiled at me. It was that confident, happy smile. When it does creep back into my thoughts, I find myself going back to that fateful time in my life, revisiting the experience, thinking about what actually took place but because I have mixed feeling about what happened, I eventually wish again to forget it ever happen.It all happened around the time when I had just turned eighteen-year-old. I was tall and lanky, an athlete and at the same time a delinquent; continually skipping class to hang out with friends at the local game room by the high.