And now, here was the cutest guy he'd ever had making that dream come true!“If we do this, kid, there's no backing out. Once we start we don't stop,...understand?”“Y-yes, that makes sense. It wouldn't be fair if I brought this up then changed my mind.”Sean grinned to himself. This was going to be great! “Okay then, here's what's going to happen. The last show at the multiplex lets out at ten tonight. I have keys. You meet me by the back door at 10:30. All the employees will have left by then. We. After a few moments the door opened. Holy shit! There stood an absolute goddess in a very thin robe of some gauzy material that didn't hide a hell of a lot. I told her I was expected by a Mr. Charles Golf. She turned her head and yelled, “Hey, Chuckie, your carpenters here.” and motioned me in. In a few minutes this guy shows up, about five nine, a little pudgy, wearing short boots, Levis, and a black silk shirt, opened halfway to the waist to expose a mat of kinky white hair and a heavy gold. This triggered me to take off my shirt and it was pretty clear that my low riding shorts were bulging a bit. As I leaned back, I unbuttoned my shorts. Just after that, I heard conversation and a moment later a 20-something man and woman on trail bikes came by within 10 yards of us. They looked right at us and had to know we were up to something...all the clues were there. But, I watched them ride off and I really didn't care if they hid to watch or not. I doubt they did since they were a. This time tomorrow, you're gonna bethe next Kim Gordon." Ay, that's a lot of money! You girls going to the dildo shop afterschool?"I turned round, but I already knew the voice. I experienced a weirdsensation: my female memories conjured up a sense of dread andloathing: pinged bra-straps and pinched bottoms, while my malememoried conjured up a disconcertingly similar sense of dread andloathing, of punched stomachs and systematic bullying. It was ScottFerguson."Look, Scott, the grownups are.