"What must the Institute think?" I wondered. I had to plug myself into the box seven times so I could urinate on seven different sticks.Something must...be screwy with my chemistry, I finally decided. "These things probably return positive for all men," I rationalized."How did you meet Julia?" I asked Michael."What's that?" he asked."I mean, Julia set us up on our first date, right?" Right..." Michael looked at me cautiously."How did you and she meet?" Well ... um ... it was a kind-of dating. Taking the bowl and brush, I walk to the foot of the bed and dip the tip of the brush in the bowl.”What are you doing, Eddie?””Shh, love, no talking, just enjoy what is about to happen.”Taking the brush, I hold it close to the toes of her right foot. Letting the warm oil drip onto her toes, Margo lets out a soft cooing sound. Moving the brush lightly around and between the toes, she moans her approval. I vary the pressure of the brush as I spread the wax on the bottom of her foot. Several. Karen and I chummed around all through high school and she spent many hours with me while I practiced on the guitar and was my best critic and an immense help with the music. She encouraged me to learn and would scold me when I screwed up. I guess I loved her in my own way but never really wanted to get romantic with her until the girls at my school started to notice the band. Karen and Helen were both very attractive creatures. Karen had long, sandy blond hair that reached just to her. I made her lie down next to me. I kissed her left cheek. I kissed her ear, neck, cheek, and lips. I ran my right hand all over her body. I caressed her thighs, abdomen (did not touch her pussy), belly, sides of her waist. I slowly moved my right hand over to her breasts while continuing my kissing all over her face. I touched her breasts one after the other. Gave gentle squeezes to each of the breasts few times over her clothes.She immediately got up. I was shocked. Is she leaving? Now what?She.