Look at me, I'm a genius. I figured that out all by myself. It was easy, once I took in the beeping torture machine, along with the white walls, floor... and ceiling.I wondered if the rest of me was all there.Arms??? Check.Legs??? Check. OUCH! That hurt. My left leg felt like someone just set it on fire and drove a skewer through my leg so they could bar-b-q it.Head??? Still here, who knows if it's all right. I doubt I've ever been ALL right.I opened one eye, and the glare quickly forced it. If he continued the caresses, she realised, these alone would bring her to climax.Of course, he didn't continue. He was far too young and too impatient for that. Eventually, he centred his weapon and, hands on her hips, pushed forward in an attempt to haul her on to it.Far too young? Carter Heffernan?But, she realised, this wasn't really Carter, was it? Because Alyssa felt none of the complex emotions she would expect to feel if she had truly been making love to her long standing friend.The. I was still hard, not as rocky solid as before but it would be unmistakable in a competitive swimsuit. I went to my locker, and looked through my suits. I picked the tightest one I had, which was my racing suit (oh well), and over it I put on my baggiest drag suit. It did a pretty good job, but then I was expecting to return to normal shortly after starting practice.I was making my way out on deck, prepared to grovel at my coach until he relented…”what the hell” escaped my lips as I look. The movie was longer than expected and we headed to the club at 9:35, already five minutes late. We drove talking about the movie and its relative lameness as we headed to the club and I embarked on the next step of the seduction plan.By the time we arrived at the club I was worried about a couple of things and I never worried. I was usually confident and sure of myself, but this uncertainty of how Gwen felt for me was overwhelming me with self doubt, I certainly didn’t want to harm our.