I certainly didn't suffer from alexithymia... that failure to recognize feelings when I had them. To the contrary, I was in heightened contact with my...feelings. As a safe cracker might have sanded his fingertips, my emotional awareness was crackling with sensitivity. What I didn't know was how to really talk about them... my feelings. Jean always helped me out when I was stuck like that."What are you feeling right now, Billy?" she asked as were walking in the hills behind our home.I'd been. I had a few hours before Stan would be over to get me, so I simplysat on the couch to watch television. A little later the doorbell rang,and when I opened the door, I saw Jenny standing there!"Hi. I thought I would stop by so we could talk a bit."I grabbed her hand and walked out on the patio, shutting the door behindus."Some of the girls on the squad, well, they're wondering if you weregoing to practice with us." I have to work for Shelly after school every day for a month Jenny, so Idon't see. " She said with a giggle, "Especially if you consider getting one of my passionate kisses lucky." Well, Jessie, any man would consider a passionate kiss from you as being lucky," I told her, "We both have significant others who demand most of our passion, but a little supervised variety is not to be sneezed at," I said with a laugh."Oh you are naughty," she said giggling again, "But on the strength of that I will definitely find you a table for seven o clock."I am glad you find my bribe. In the back of my mind, I knew we were in That Place where they’ve taken me before; where nothing matters but the two, sometimes three, of us. I had an idea from experience that the cloud in space that we were floating on was probably really their bed and we were still in their bedroom. The thought quickly went away because it wasn’t Troy and he and the things I had to tell him were all that mattered to me.I leaned forward, squeezing my tits together and showing him the cleavage that had.