On the other side of the cafeteria Bob and Nancy were having a granddebate about Columbus Day and if it should be changed to IndigenousPeople's Day."I...am just saying, no one actually cares about what the day is Nancy," Bobcontinued, "if you change what it is, it is just making the people whowant to PC police happy, no one even teaches about Columbus anymore, it isa pointless endeavor." That is what I am saying Bob," Nancy countered, "if it doesn't matter,then just change it." I guess we just. Nevertheless, itheld my interest in a brutal circle of time-consuming frenzy.I became less inspired with the real world around me, arriving later atwork-frequently unshaven-and leaving earlier to get home to pursue myfetish.Among the various pages I visited, one afternoon I arrived at a plain sitecontaining a simple banner proclaiming ?Instant Gratification?. Sure-soundsgood to me! It?s what I was doing all the time anyhow-masturbating to kinkystories and all that.The pages were set up as a. Besides there's no one left here to show," Coreylaughed. "They all know. I'm still can't believe it." I can't either," I said with my phone going off. It was a text from Colt.It read: `Probably at sum girls place.'"See I told ya," Corey said, reading over my shoulder. "Now let's getdressed so we can get back." Okay but I'm leaving him a big note to call me." You do that, Mother Hen."I was waiting on Corey who had gone to his room to dress when the dooropened. Instead of being Corey, it was. After lunch, I took a nap, which had become my habit. The nap lasted until it was time for my afternoon bike ride. I decided since my back was feeling better that it was time for my twelve mile ride to get extended to fourteen miles. It was still over five miles short of my route before the accident. On the way home I filled my handlebars with plastic bags of shrimp fried rice, and an egg roll from the local Chinese take out.Life was good I, decided as I ate at home. It was cool enough in the.