"Do you know what I am talking about, Chrissy?"She looked dejectedly at the little stool in front of him, too shy to even begin to know how to answer ...is question. She kept her face lowered. She thought that he was referring to his male lust.The disgusting lust of all men that her mother had told her of.The lust that her girl friends giggled and snickered about when they all got together.The lust that made her dream in her bed at night... "Kneel down in front of me on this stool," he said. I kept glancing at his crotch and after a while I saw that the bulge in his pants was growing. After a few minutes it looked like something a little smaller than a cucumber was creating a thick line in his pants. We both glanced at Shay from time to time but she was absorbed in her show. Dante grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and put it over his lap. I was disappointed so I focused on the TV for a moment and when I looked back at his crotch he was holding the edge of the blanket. Graydon didn't remember much afterward. He did recall running headlong to hit her attacker full force with a body check, knocking him away from the girl. They fell to the ground together, himself on top. The surprise of the attack gave Graydon a temporary advantage but that lasted only a moment. Donny's friends pulled Graydon off. Donny jumped up and hit Graydon with a round-house punch. After that it was a melee of wild punches with Graydon trying to get inside Donny's longer reach."You're new. She turned and started to walk across to her jeep, stopped and said, “I just remembered, I drank the last of my alcohol last night. Would you mind picking some up?” I told her I would and she told me where her apartment was and that she would wait until I got there to take her shower so I would not be locked out. That was all I could think about as I pulled into the shopping plaza with the state liquor store and picked up a cube of beer and a couple of bottles of whiskey and rum. Following.