My thoughts started to drift, my mind focused on the pain in my vagina and then I heard a song, a chant, another echo from my ancestral past. A gnarl...d old brown skinned hand formed from a mist that enveloped me then covered my womb. As the chant grew louder, stronger, the hand covering my body began to glow and a radiant heat penetrated my skin, the ache of losing my virginity faded to nothing. As the pain subsided a crystalline clear message floated in from the mist; I would never have to. He keeps to himself because he thinks most women have a "hidden agenda." I certainly have one, but it's not his money or his car. I prefer fucking with his mind. The eroticism that's felt, but never discussed, and usually never sexually expressed either. I wondered what he's like when his pants come off. Is he one of those romantic, shoulder-kissing, ear-nibbling fucks, or can he really lay down some "pipe." I imagined that he has several ladies enjoying his lovemaking, but what I wanted from. We could try her out, you know, test our plan and all." Right on, Tony!" Pruett called out, totally elated. Pruett cranked the engine and the van roared to life, belching a thick black cloud of oil particles into the air around them.Betty Ann Murchison, seventeen, and a junior at the local high school, sauntered down Ocean Boulevard stopping to glance in every shop window. She had $4.75 in her purse,A fortune to her, and she wanted to make sure she spent it on the right article. Last time she'd. ” “You mean you are horny right now?” I said “Just a little,” She answered. “And when….”She cut me in mid sentence,“Hold on a minute young man. Now is your turn.” Shit it really is I thought to myself. I have to tell her the same thing. Then I remembered my magazine, saved by the bell.I tried to get around by saying,“Well you haven’t asked anything whatsoever.” “Shit Danny you’re unbearable sometimes. OK I will ask. Danny, do you masturbate?” “What kind of a question is that Cindy? For God.