I was very shy about my body, even with girls.I thought about the fee. "How many students are there in the class? " I asked him"USUALLY, about six. ...n average four are girls, two guys, and one of the guysI suspect is gay. You're talking one straight guy looking at you, PROBABLY." And you?" "And me, yes. Think of that like a doctor/patient relationship " uMM. I can't believe I'm even considering this" I giggled I was trembling"When is it?" I askedHe checked his watch"Thirty two minutes". He thinks we're aliens, that we transplanted his brain into a different skull," one nurse said to another. "I heard Dr. Stein talkin' to another doctor about transferring him to Arizona State Hospital." Dr. Percy Stein was a psychiatrist who did rounds in the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Arizona State Hospital was a psychiatric hospital that housed violent and criminal mental patients."No surprise there," the other nurse said. "Poor man. I understand he was a well-known, respected. He obviously understood, but looked at me for a couple of seconds and then down the dock at the fishing boat. Finally, something seemed to dawn on him and he asked,"Costa Concordia?" Si."The cabbie dropped me at a very nice boutique hotel near the center of Orbetello where I traded my salt and sand encrusted clothes for a hot shower and a hotel bathrobe and then had a small breakfast in my room. I piled the still damp contents of my pockets and the money belt on the desk in my sunny third-floor. I took off my own, as long as I was there. It did kinda suck sleeping with socks on."Now what are you doing?" I asked half a minute later."Taking off my ... uh ... pants!" You're such a bonehead." I can't sleep with pants on," he giggled, bouncing his ass off the mattress and I could hear his belt jingle."Sleep on the floor," I told him."My bed!" he said, sort of grunting. "Help me." Fuck you," I rolled my eyes, but Brandon had his pants like halfway down his thighs and he started kicking his.