If you had low self-esteem, a hot body and a vagina you were ready to use, I was the guy for you.I didn't care if you had a boyfriend. I didn't care i... I was dating your best friend. I didn't care if your old man carried a shotgun (that one, I should have cared more about).For the most part, I stayed away from the high-maintenance cheerleader types. They required effort and they thought they were as good as I was. I stuck with the "cute in a wholesome way" girls. The girls you'd never imagine. Albert’s earliest work had apparently focused on the sexual potential of the male. Experimenting on the company’s laboratory monkeys, especially chimpanzees, he had developed drugs that increased both capacity and desire. In fact, he had a superior version of Viagra at least thirty years before anyone else. But, as with all his sexual discoveries, he had kept it to himself. In any case, it was only a beginning, so far as he was concerned, he did not want to administer drugs, he wanted the body. Sandi took the peanut butter jar from my hand.“Really,” Sandi declared, “Doesn’t mom keep you happy?”“Yes, she does,” I replied matter-of-factly. “But your mother is at work and I don’t need the tease.”“There’s no tease,” Sandi shot back. “I am what I am.”“Yes, you are,” I replied, playfully slapping her on her butt.“Hey,” Sandi shot back, “That’s off-limits!”I laughed.“Then, cover it up,” I dutifully replied.Sandi rolled her eyes and continued to spread the peanut butter across the bread, as I. None of us did. I was having an intelligent conversation with Alex, my friend, when the period ended. Matt, a senior and friend, came in and announced that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. They had been watching CNN in their government class, to see a special on foreign relations or something, when it cut out to live in New York City, where the tower was an inferno. Sadly, at this point, I was still an anarchist, and I had no idea then it was an attack. I had the same.