" OK, Sandy. And thanks again."She was right. Our relationship was all off-kilter. I was thoroughly pussy-whipped, and I wasn't even getting any pussy... I had put Sandy up on a pedestal and was treating her like a porcelain doll, not like a real human being. I wasn't treating her like a therapist, either. I was being way too needy. And in my neediness, I was being whiny and demanding, too.But, wow, next week when we left town for New York, it was going to be tough, knowing she wouldn't be there. I've never hadformal training. Vernon Wexler told me that a radio station inAmerican played part of one of our songs and part of one sung byNina Simone and asked the audience to pick which one wassupposedly male.' Michael played along. 'And which one did they pick?' I leaned closer, theatrically glanced at the audience and backto Michael. 'Well, I didn't know this but apparently, NinaSimone is a bloke!' The audience burst in laughter and Michael chuckled. 'Let's bethe judge,' he said, 'if. Your going to make some hotties happy with that thing my man. I was cheering him on in my head. I laughed amused that I was cheering for my new buddies cock. He stepped into the shower and disappeared into the steam. I sat back and drank my coffee. Frank was in there for awhile. I was needing to piss and I was getting hard thinking about times when I was his age and getting regular pussy. Frank my new friend had given me a wonderful feeling of melancholy of my youth. I'm older now but not old.. They were both straight-A students with big plans, and knew that college would probably take them in different directions, but for now they were very satisfied with each other’s company.Watching Kimmy bounce and shake, all Allie could think about was kissing, touching, and tasting her. They’d both gone on family trips for spring break and so hadn't seen each other for a week and a half; when Kimmy, who was incredibly flexible, did the splits Allie was hit by a wave of desire so strong she.