...some things I still keep personal, but I liked him, still do, and when he was in me it felt just as good as lots of straight men.............but th...t was different..........I want to tell you about Judy and Silkie and Miguel..................." " Pedro was out the door. It didn't look as if Miguel had any appointments that evening. I wanted to move all of us to a big bed. I wanted Judy, I wanted Miguel, I wasn't sure who I wanted more...I was excited, because I knew I was going to get them. He had dumped it on Mrs. Hollister, and she would investigate it. We were going to play East Matucket on Friday no matter what. If Holden was there, we would simply beat him, too. If you didn’t like it, there was the door! There was a lot of anger on the team, and the tackling dummies got pounded on, and the skirmishes were rough.We calmed down a bit on Tuesday, but Coach Summers didn’t have any answers. He just told us that Mrs. Hollister was still working on it. We got the answer on Wednesday. The sensations just stopped. The smell in the air, that mysterious sweet taste that lingered on her tongue, slowly faded. Candice laid there breathing hard and unsatisfied. The wonder, the fear that surprisingly turned her on, all slowly fading. Her eyes grew heavy as the last rumble of the storm rolled through the clouds. The rain now a slow and steady drum against the side of the building. She fought to stay awake, fought to hold on to the memory of what just happen before it slipped away. Noticing the computer screen displayed a station called ‘good stuff’ he exclaimed. ‘Hey, that’s one of my Pandora stations.’ ‘Yes it is I like It.’ she told him. She snuggled next to him as Van Morrison, The Allmon Brothers, Leonard Cohan, Albert King and others came out one after the other from the speakers. They started to give each other little kisses and run their finger tips gently over the others arms and thighs, as they stared into each other’s eyes. She smiled at him mischievously as a.