No pain. Nothing. The girl crossed her chest, satisfied. ?There, now we're equals.? Suddenly, the penny dropped. ?No,? I murm...red, noticing the pink energy from before was fading from my groin. ?No!? I fumbled around, looking for some sign my manhood was there. ?NO!? I panicked, not feeling anything. I kept searching, putting my hands down my pants in case I wasn't feeling things right. But when I reached in, the horrifying realisation. We kissed for a few minutes then turned and watched the rest of the movie. This went on for a few more months’ quick make-out sections in the movie theater and on the way home. Then one beautiful October day I decided to go and ride my ATV. So I called Emily and asked her if she wanted to go. She said yes so me her and my cousin started out. What Emily didn’t know is that I had planned a very romantic day. I had told my cousin to leave a little early and I would take her to a small grassy. Gwen said she was going downstairs to bathe, but Chelsea grabbed her arm and suggested she try out a new oversized shower that their parents had paid a contractor to install in the bathroom that adjoined their bedroom. Gwen was intrigued since this had been built while she was away at college, so the three of us went downstairs and walked through their parent's bedroom to the newly remodeled bathroom. As Chelsea demonstrated the shower's spray adjustment knob, I decided to kick off my jeans and. Baker, and it’s Mrs. Martin.’ ‘Where is Mr. Martin?’ ‘I’m a widow,’ she said, ‘my husband passed away recently and I’m on my own.’ ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Fort Bowie.’ ‘As am I,’ I said, ‘what takes you to Fort Bowie, other than the stagecoach?’ ‘I’m going to teach the children of the soldiers at the Fort. What takes you to Fort Bowie, other than the stagecoach?’ she said with a laugh. ‘I’m a reporter for the San Francisco Examiner. I’m going to report on the search for Geronimo and do research.