Besides, chasing girls at the bar is a young man’s game. I’m just an old guy looking for a beer and a football game.’ I turned back to the game....At halftime, I looked around the bar. Like most of the waterfront bars on the lake, it was jammed with tourists during the summer. Now, in early September, the crowd had thinned down, but it was still a fairly busy night. It was an eclectic crowd. Probably a third were college kids from the university on the other side of town. There were leftover. Two splashes disturbed the water close by. It was too dark, however, to make out whether they were male or female. Discovering that the lido was already in use, a drunken roar rang out. "Oh my God, I think it's some of my students," she whispered, clinging like a limpet to her chaperone's side.With that, the pair were circled in a predatory manner, splashed and cajoled as the two drunken schoolboys made high jinx. Without warning, Matthew was nudged aside and Rosie was accosted, the carefree. “Uh-oh,” she replied nervously.“It’s not that,” I said gently, putting my arm around her and pulling her to cuddle me.“Then what?”“Clarissa asked me a question that really made me think about us. She wanted to know at what point in our relationship you would become my girlfriend, even if it was never officially stated that way.”“I hadn’t even thought about it, really. I mean, I REALLY like what we do together, and we’re friends, but I hadn’t thought about it like boyfriend/girlfriend. I mean, I. Staring up into his eyes, with all the innocence she can muster, she says, "I've never seen a real life dick before; I'm still a virgin."Ethan let out a burst of derisive laughter at this apparent twist in the 'plot' and rolled his eyes as the supposedly intact heroine expertly fellated the gratified delivery worker. The implausibility of the scene had prevented the visual aspect of it from having the intended physical effect on him. Nevertheless, having very little else to do with his.