And there were so many of them. From the distance they resembled ant-hills arranged in an unusually regular design. As their procession approached, th...y could be identified as circular structures of mud, rock and wood topped by straw roofs and through the roof of every single one of them wafted a thin trail of smoke.The buildings were not all the same size. Most were relatively small, perhaps the size of a tepee, although at the time Glade had no more notion of such things than she had of any. I made a color copy of the check and would look for a frame to hang it on my wall. There was the usual collection of Christmas cards, until I got to one postmarked Kansas City. I was pretty sure I knew who it was from, and I was right. Sue Palotti sent me a card with a separate note as well. It said she would call me on Christmas Eve, so if I was going to be out, I should call her. She gave me her home number. I decided right then that I would be the one calling her. The last surprise I got in. I know that you're addicted to my dick. You can't do with out it can you?" No, I can't but please don't do this."Nick: "When you make out with him does he make you cum?" Yes he does. Sometimes with his fingers and other times with his tongue."Nick: "Does he make you cum like I do?" No. He's never fucked me in my ass and I'll never let him. I don't want him to think that I'm a slut."Nick: "If you don't want him to think of you as a slut then how do you make him cum?" With my hand. I give him. I looked down to her, and saw that she was smiling; something white was dribbling from her mouth. “What happened?” I wanted to know what just occurred to me. She looked at me and said that I had climaxed/”cum”, just like her. She also said that this was a first for her; not ever having tasted a man’s semen (later to find out this was called other things too…). She noticed that I was still rigid. Looking at me, she asked if I’d like to now find out what it was like to “cum” together. After all.