Abby watched as he swung his lean frame inside, waving at her before taking off. An hour later, she left for work. The snowy roads didn’t seem to d...ter anyone or ruin the holiday spirit for them. People smiled and waved as they headed off to who knew where. By the time she sat at her desk, her mood was worse than the day before. With nothing to do, she began to daydream. “Delivery.” The voice intruding on her fantasies sounded familiar. “Hey, it’s you.” “Did you find the right address this. After all, I knew the parents were going to be astonished at the progress their child would show them when they began their competitive play in the fall, and I wanted the parents to know how hard their kids worked to improve at something they loved to do.That particular week, I hadn't seen Kayla at all. My heart ached at the loss, but I was trying to adjust to the possibility of life without Luscious. Instead, I had called Molly O'Toole and cried on her shoulder. Molly was having separation. The coach didn’t whistle again that semester. He never said a word to me and gave me an A in the section. Some of the guys gave me shit, but I was a good athlete and student and never heard much about it since. I think they were happy it wasn’t them…Every now and then I beat-off to the memory of that day.That semester I did have the true stirrings of my own sexuality, actually, bisexuality. I like the shape and form of the penis, I love what it does. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. My friend. After that, sexual innuendos became a normal part of our conversations but, neither of us seemed eager to act on them. That could have been because Lisa was in a long term committed relationship although during our talks I came to think they were both bored with the other. Which the more I thought, it made sense why she would flirt, make sexual jokes and the innuendos as it gave her a little excitement, just enough to feel alive and wanted. As time went on, the flirting became more frequent.