"End of the road for the Buckster, I reckon. He's completely gone, isn'the?" That's how it seems to me," Jake confirmed. "The spell may havesomething ...o do with it, and some of the stuff she's forgotten may comeback to her later. I don't think she'll ever want to return to being aman, though." I suppose things could be worse," I remarked and wondered in passingwho would have the questionable honor of breaking the news to Bucko'sparents. "He does come across as pretty well adjusted to being. "Confusing is a good word," she said. "I'm at least confused. More like terrified." Yeah. I know what you mean," Greg said. "If you're getting the same vibe I am, it's scary." Greg sighed and sipped his martini. He looked into Megan's blue eyes. Again, he felt himself falling into them. Should he ask her to stay? Well, it was now or never. He said, "Would you like to stay for supper?"Megan smiled. Greg thought her smile was beautiful. Radiant was the word.Megan said, "Thanks. I would, if it's. Goldicock took all of his clothes off and tried the jockstrap on, but it was way too big for him, so he stepped out of it and opened the top drawer from the second bureau. There was a pair of jockstraps in this one too, so Goldicock tried them on as well. But these were still a tad too big, so Goldicock took them off and went to the third and smallest bureau. Goldicock found yet another pair of jockstraps in it, and they were just the right size. Having another man's jockstrap on made Goldicock. His name was Patrick. He was not the usual type of guy I went for at the time. He was tall, built and a bad boy. He had blue eyes and brown hair. It was a cool day in september and I was visiting my cousin for a week or two. Patrick and I had been dating for about a month by then, up to that point it had only been some messing around. I wanted more, I was tired of being a vrgin. We had the house to ourselves that day. Patrick and I were lying on the couch. It was one of those sectional couches.