On the way home, me and Andy talked about the whole thing. Andy said that Mike's dick felt good but he wasn't much experienced in sex."That was expect...d. It was his first time fucking someone. Did you expect it would be like with me or Ben? Speaking of which, I really miss him..." I started again..."When's he coming back ?" Andy asked."In a week." I replied."Well, that's fine. You'll survive.." Andy joked."We'll see..." I replied being all cryptic and stuff....That week felt like an eternity. When we went to the new age store, equivalent to my mom's in San Francisco, I actually spent time browsing its contents, something I avoided doing at my mom's. I studied the herbs, perused the records of shakuhachi flute, endless guitars and whale sounds, and glanced through the books, finding and purchasing a large volume on sensory deprivation. Figuring there might be a pamphlet on the subject, I found a tome of over five hundred pages with all kinds of mystical illustrations along with some. . maybe a BIOS call to the serial driver.5:01 AM -- Time for breakfast. Damned microwave. Even on defrost it still makes the cream squirt right out of the Twinkies. Well, at least old Gordon’s not here. Yesterday he was so tweaked out on Jolt he set it on high and the damned things exploded. Boy was maintenance pissed off. Took em half an hour to scrape that shit off the inside of the oven. We will have a meeting on that one.5:10 AM -- Ah, nothing like a good meal. Burned my tongue though.. I climbed into his bed with my body hoping that he wouldn’t stay on his side of the bed, yet my body thinking otherwise. The wind rattled the window panes, the rain pelted the outside walls, yet I don’t think I would’ve been able to get any sleep even if it had been perfectly quiet outside. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man next to me. He was silent, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep yet. Without any electricity the lack of air conditioning started to get noticeable. We only had the.