I was driving home one morning and I decided to stop at the get some gas. I was paying at the pump when I noticed that there was an old beat up VW bus...sputtering at the light. I was a gentleman and went to the bus to offer my assistance. When I got there I saw a Spanish chick that had those fuck me green eyes. You know the ones I am talking about.I got behind the bus and pushed, it was easy a down hill slope and there we were in the gas station. She got out of her VW and stood at the pump just. Okay, I give up. I won't force it from you either." I said, realizing he was really upset about this. "You better not. You really don't wanna know anyway." I could tell he was thinking about it, and it hurt just to do that. I looked in his eyes, getting that familiar feeling, then started to try and comfort him. I really hurt. I almost broke the contact from the sorrow. I didn't know what it was caused by, but I knew why he didn't want to be reminded of it. He shuttered, then I realized he was. John, with a towel wrapped around his waist, stood there with an interested look on his face. It was too late to attempt to cover myself so I simply apologised for my nakedness. He told me he was about to pour himself an iced tea and asked if I’d like one. He seemed happy I accepted his offer. As he left I debated with myself whether I should cover myself with a sheet. I decided not. John had already seen my assets and besides I was probably an old bag in his eyes, given he was about twenty and. Even more shocking were other posters showing couples actually Doing It. Each lifelike picture was labeled, "Missionary," "Doggie," "Riding St. George," "Ankles-to-Ceiling," "Shoulder Drape," and numerous other positions Alice had never heard off. Were they using the Kama Sutra as a text, she wondered. Another wall had drawings of a nude young woman - a girl really - in various stages of pregnancy. Neither the instructor, a handsome young man in his late twenties or the normally rowdy students.