And I was beginning toget one. I was giving massages to a light skinned black heavyweighton my own time. He was a senior football player and I was j...sta sophomore, smaller than I am now and I kind of pitched at him at asports booster rally just before Thanksgiving break. Practically myfirst gay pitch, and I was still at that time saying I was bi, and most ofmy friends thought I was straight. I even went on some group datingwith them, meeting girls in the malls and going to movies. I'm Amy." Sam" he shouts as he hurries away to the kitchen.'House' is an understatement. This is a stately home. Amy slowly pulls off her jacket and finds herself spinning in place in the lobby, taking it all in.Artwork upon artwork upon artwork. Classical stylings and modern finishings. Dark furniture from a mob boss' wet dream. It's immense and impressive, and Amy is struck by how none of it really works together. The manor has no real sense of cohesion; everything is just a little off.Amy. Well, as my jeans were not clean and as I did not know I would be swapping clothes anyway, I guess I made the right call to do as I did. There is no underwear here! Looking back, the letter had not said to wear a bra and pants, either. But then, I had not taken the note as literally as that. So I'm definitely sure I made the right call. There's an envelope stuffed into the pocket of the jeans — and a mobile phone.The note reads: "Hi, Jenny: Here is a mobile phone and we will be in touch with. We paused, kicking our shoes off to feel the damp sand."I love you," I whispered softly.The water lapped gently around our ankles as we paused. She turned slowly to me, her right arm slipping around my neck, our mouths met, full and open, tongues probing deeply.A soft moan escaped her throat as my hands slid down her back, caressing her ass, remembering the thin panties in my pocket.Her body pressed tightly against me, her right leg gently enfolding me.My tongue probed deep, the passion.