"Better judged by 12 than carried by 6," she agreed. "I have certainly heard that enough times as justification for bold actions."On both sides of the...good and evil line I'm sure," I added for her."That is true. So it seems they were right," she said. She saw the look of confusion on my face. "All the reports on my desk." Ah the interviewers who proceeded you," I agreed."And the background reports. On paper you were perfect, the interviews were all we could hope for and more. You are not only. “Are you coming with me?” she asked, when she broke the kiss. “You’re very persuasive,” I said, as Lauren switched off the percolator, and started to walk backwards towards the door, still holding me around the waist. She let go of me, and we began to walk down the corridor to her bedroom at the front of the house. Neither of us spoke until we were halfway to her bedroom door. Lauren turned quickly, and held me to her, saying, “I just can’t wait to do this again,” and kissed me hot and hard. Then she went up to her room. She made the bed and lay down on it with only her shoes off. She had an Andy problem.She loved the guy, true. He was, despite his weirdnesses, or perhaps because of them, lovable. He loved her and was willing to agree to almost anything if she’d marry him. He wasn’t lying about that, either. When something came up, he wasn’t willing to give up, he was obstinate. But, in ten years, would he still love her enough to give everything up? If they’d made a bunch of. In those days it was worse. There were a few close friends to whom one could admit they masturbated, but more often than not we would never admit it. When we began to open our eyes to what girls really were all about, things began to change. We had the "clubhouse" where we had the girlie mags hidden, along with the Captain Midnight code rings, etc, and the frequency of the "circle jerks" (although we didn’t call them that) with close friends grew closer and closer. We were a horny bunch, for.