"She readjusted her feet underneath her, and I got up to serve us two more drinks."Well Jorge too doesn't have the slightest idea what he's doing." Sh... said."That's normal...that'll change in school."There was a moment of silence and she bit her lip, readjusted herself again, and said, "And Mr. Anderson...does he...satisfy you?" Yes Margarita, he does. He's a great lover, the best I've had." But I thought you said the guy in college gave you the best orgasm?" No, I said it was the most. "Finally, I put the steaks on the grill. Carol seemed impressed."So you cook out here a lot in the summer time?" I do it when it's nice out. It cuts down on the dishes" I agreed.Carol laughed politely.I am sure she had visions of a man's way of doing dishes.So I said, "What, you think I might do my dishes by pretending they're clay pigeons?"Carol giggled at that mental image."Well, I only did that once, honest," I said, then crossed my heart and pretended to pray for forgiveness.Carol lost it,. When they were loaded, he went over to one of the three elevators, and took everything upstairs. We rode up with him.Mr. Lucas asked, "How you doing, Milt? Still eating good, I see." Doing good, Mr. Rob, real good. Has this boy been telling stories about me?"Mr. Lucas looked over at Milton, asking, "No, what kind of stories? You been doing something wrong?"Milton looked down at the floor of the elevator, saying, "No sir, not me. I been minding my own business. It was him, coming over and asking. Your face lights up briefly, and then you try to hide it. Hey, you say quietly, and I follow you to your room. When we enter, I glance around. Theres clothes strewn about, some food wrappers and soda bottles, and the sweet stench of weed in the air. You blush briefly, grabbing a few pairs of boxers and throwing them in a drawer. Your room is…um…cozy, I say, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room, looking around. Theres a bottle of lotion next to your bed, and my mind steps a toe into the.