It's still him. Underneath I mean." You like him?" Shut up!" Misty let her blue hair fall in front of her face. Then shelooked at Esme and they laughe.... "He's different. Not like, because of his'thing'. He used to do all these amazing drawings in art class. Like hecould just look at someone then turn around and draw their face. All theother boys just drew stupid Anime shit. Japanese school girls and bigboobs, dumb stuff like that." Good." Esme smiled and returned to her drink.Misty spoke slowly. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a necessary evil. “So, you think sex is a necessary evil?” She asked with a grin. “I didn’t say that.” I responded, “I said I’m starting to think of the sex scenes in stories as a necessary evil. I never said sex was a necessary evil.” “Let me see what you got so far.” She started, “Maybe I can help.” Hmmm…I thought. I. They weren't late, but everyone stared at them anyway. Dressed alike, and all dolled up, everyone wondered who they were and why they were all with Bob Tanner. Then it turned out that the tables had to be rearranged, because the word hadn't gotten to the banquet staff that the head coach was going to have guests. All the people who had been slated to sit at his table had to be moved to other tables, and that created a quiet furor among the staff. In the end, an extra table was brought in and. First I made certain that his bags were packed for the trip, that all was ready and set aside, then I started supper plans, I intended for him to have a great dinner before he left. ( also our usual pattern. it was common for him to have to go away for two or three days at a time every few months, and usually he left very well fed so that he would not possibly find better meals, and with his balls so drained that he would have trouble even seeing other females).When all that was ready,.