The shirts sold out with in the hour and a call was made for more. Hundreds, maybe even thousands were spread across the state. Dick Head's face was e...erywhere. The little tavern packed in the crowds each night just to get a glimpse of the man who would be king."No more fuckin' taxes," Dick yelled one night, " Fuck them IRS bastards."No matter how Dick put it, the tavern goers agreed with his ideals. A buzz began to circulate and it was long before CNN had heard about the man from the little. He was a nice guy and a devout boyfriend, but, as Lauryn’s mother had insisted for so many years, love was about loyalty and dedication, not about romance and excitement. It was not unpleasant, just a different sort of pleasant. Lauryn smiled — weakly, but still smiled. It was real love, not Hollywood love. She pulled on a two piece swimsuit with powder-blue and white horizontal stripes and then glanced out the window. It was crowded. She felt more like being alone with her thoughts. She had. Her soft breasts were mashed against me. I thought about the view she had accidentally given earlier. That was a mistake as I felt blood rushing to my penis. She felt me hardening and gently released me. "I am sorry!", I said as I retreated to the edge of the bed. "Don't be. I understand!" she insisted.She finished up braiding and then approached me. She could see I was still hard."I can take care of that!" she said quietly. "I thought you were a lesbian?" I asked genuinely confused."I. Have you reached the point where you like to look at girls?" Well . . .," I stammered, "I guess so." Do you and your friends ever look at naked women in girlie magazines?"I was not sure whether to admit this, but something in her casual question said it was ok. "A few times."By now she had sat beside me. I could see not just her cleavage, but a good bit of the side of her left breast. "Hmmm . . . did they make you horny?" Yeeesssss . . ." I was stammering again. "I guess so." You seem to be.