"Want to switch to IM?" Sure. My MSN screen name is the same as my room one." Same here." We switched over. "We never exchanged names." Sure we did. H...w do you think we are holding this conversation?" You know what I mean. Our real names." Oh that. You really want to know more about me?"Why wouldn't I?" Most guys are scared of the fact I swing a mean hockey stick." LOL. Only most guys?" The others tend to be more violent than a game of NHL hockey." That's legal???" LMAO. Probably not. But I. Whenever any should happen to cross our path, I became a ghost. 'Lousy chicks', I thought while walking four paces behind my popular brother.This day, my first outside of quarantine, the air was particularly clear, the sun exceptionally bright, and the girls had reached a new high state of undress for the summer season."Oooo, Rod that's sooo fascinating!" Ursula gushed. She was the first to latch on to my brother. He amazed her with his knowledge of sports cars."Tell us about the kind of engine. He said, “Dave, several of the seniors – pledges – asked whether at the party I’d staff a tattoo station, where anybody could get a tat. They’d pay me, but that’s beside the point. I’d do it for free just as part of the celebration. I’m asking, I guess. I could bring Greg, too, and I’m sure it’d be fun for all concerned.”Dave laughed, “You going to stick your proboscis into each of the co-eds as payment?”Owen smirked and then laughed, “The thought crossed my mind.”“I have no objection. You. Remember I have been there. How many has hit on you tonight?"/ "Not funny!"* "I think it is kind of hot to think of it"Some thoughts flew thru my head...maybe I should have some fun with my wife....I continued:* "So, how many?"/ "A few..."* "Some more handsome than me then"/ "No! Well, the last one was quite ok. Nice to talk to"* "I hear music. You are still in the bar. Give him your phone!"/ "What?"* "I said, giv him the phone"/ "Why?"* "Just do it"I heard a unsure "hello", and I talked.