It was the body of a dancer in the university dance program: firm, toned, and slender. It was the body that had attracted men for a very long time; it...was a body that men had enjoyed for a long time as well. Marg could remember when her daughter had admitted that she had been making out with a much older man who had reached under her skirt. At that time, Marg was stunned hearing her daughter describe how she let herself be undressed. Her school uniform blouse was unbuttoned and her training bra. Joe looked shocked, but then began to grin, his wife shaking her head with the sudden shock of the piercing. By now I had opened the second needle and slowly this time I slid the slither of steel in parallel to its sister on the other side of the stiff nub. This time her eyes screwed shut, her head shook from side to side and the scream was loud and clear as she called some doubt on my parentage, and roundly cursed me for all she was worth. Joe slid his hand under the skirt once more, then. As we rode them bareback the only thing to get wet was the bridle.The diving platform was eight to ten feet above the water and was also the Life Guard station. From there we could see and watch all the others in the water. After swimming for a while that was also where we would go to rest and get to know one another better.Regardless of what you might think not ALL the girls in band wore glasses or had the figure of a STICK! Many were in there for other reasons, A) their love of music, B) at. When I got older, I realized that church wasn’t for me, what with various beliefs and doctrines, so I stopped going. I finally settled on that I believe that there is SOMETHING out there, but not ‘God’ as he/she was presented to me when I was a child. Some part of my brain just couldn’t handle all of the crap that was served to me on the silver platter that was organized religion. So, here I am without something to believe in when, apparently, I need something. I’ve thought about medication for.