He hung out on the steps in front of our high school with other boys who smoked cigarettes and, occasionally, joints in the bushes. Both of our sets o... parents were slowly but surely separating, and both Josh and I were paradoxically desperate to assert our independence from them by mimicking the very expressions of rebellion they had taught us. We listened to Neil Young and Bob Dylan. We wore tie-dyes. We read On the Road and The Prophet. When Josh and I started going out I felt that I had. The hall of the thirteenth floor had lights on. All the floors did, just like the elevators. Kim heard the elevator doors closed behind her back!!"So I am supposed to be alone here!!" Kim saying to herself.Kim decided not to go her apartment yet!! She was curious as a cat!! She went from apartment door to apartment door, knocking, always saying "hello!! I am your new neighbor and I was wondering if I could borrow something, like say a spatula!!"No answers!! No response!!Kim now learned that she. She sure was pretty. Her tight blouse presented an ample amount of cleavage. Adam could tell she enjoyed the attention though. Her smile wasn’t merely a pleasantry, but instead a coy tease for the gawkers. And boy, were there gawkers. He took a swig of his half-empty beer. Cold. Nice and cold.“I don’t know Neil, there may be too many witnesses.” Adam held an uncertainty. Scanning the room he saw boozers, businessmen, and gym rats who were probably shootin’ steroids up their butts. “So we wait. "I'm not asking for any gay shit. I'm serious dude, all I need is a little helping hand. Just for tonight. You owe me that much." How do I owe you a handjob?" I asked indignantly. John talked quickly. "You know how. All those girls I sent into your room. I got you off God knows how many times and you can't even help me out once. I need it, man. I'll never mention it again, I promise. It'll be like the whole thing never happened."It bothered me that his logic made sense to me. He had helped me.