"You would think that after Dawn has massaged my arse and inner thighs the next step would be for the two of us to jump into bed, and for me to give h...r an internal massage. However I was mindful of what Eddy had said, that she wasn't on the trip primarily as my blanket companion, and she had said and done nothing that had given me any indication that she would want me as a lover. The massage had been carried out by a trained masseuse, in a professional manner.Mirror Lake was exactly as it said. Of course, she’d become one. And with our music, I spend as much or more time with her than with anyone else in the group. I’m expecting a long talk with Mom about how to treat her. I think Mom and Dad have planned dinner with Mark and Betty again this week while the pod is all gathered out at Donna’s.Here’s something the old man in me never understood. Being an artist, a musician, a writer, a poet, or even an athlete is hard work. He would scoff at teens who wasted their time playing instead. They say that our appearance - a reflection of our inner self I realize now that this is true. In me I got on just two: a boy and a girl. For obvious reasons, by virtue of education, the boy is very ashamed of the presence of the girl, refusing to acknowledge its existence. At first I was very ashamed of his appearance, which, as you can see by my photos, more suitable for girls than for male: smooth and soft skin, girlish long and slender legs, knees, hips and shoulders in a feminine. The IN button pops out and the OUT button becomes depressed. ‘Combine your senses. Trace a path with your hands to follow what your eyes are seeing,’ a voice says. Your eyes pop open a bit further as you just realize what the implications of this voice are. Her movements earlier were not a coincidence, she could hear every word you said, you were the director, and now the roles have flipped. You recover, and stare back at your focal point of where you think her eyes would be and trace your.