Don’t get me wrong, though. There was stress involved, and the nights were long, as I was on the closing shift and had to stay until the last movie ...nded. But it was great! I could complete my homework, sleep, read a book and occasionally spy on people. On a particularly uneventful Valentine’s Day, I participated in my first voyeuristic act. It was still early, but the auditorium was slowly getting filled. I initially scanned the auditorium before cleaning the projector when I noticed a. " Sorry about that. Raging wasn't I? I'm over it. It's not going away,you know? I just know, this is it." It can't be it." Look, I'm going for a walk. Won't be long." What! What are you thinking? What if you change back? What is you meetsomebody I know?"She laughed, with my laugh. "I'll just bluff it, talk some shit aboutfootball and women with big tits. Don't lock me out." She winked at me,"of me own flat." It's not your flat!" I shouted after her, but she had gone.So I stared at the ceiling,. She was untouched, but he would soon put an end to that.He rolled out of bed; stood in front of the full-length mirror his older sister had installed on the closet door and grasped his swollen scrotum. Luscious teen-queen Janet Monty was going to get it, every thick, hard inch of it and not just once he promised himself, as he tensed his deep groin muscles and held back his urge to ejaculate. She was going to get a full load, he promised himself, closing his eyes, kneading his balls and. With all the gravity of unbearable pain in my voice, I said "I don't want to talk about it." And then I started walking off towards lunch again.Of course, no teenager could just leave it at that. And despite being college, we were still just teenagers. So the boys kept trying to figure out my girlfriend situation, to learn the story behind it. And the mystery snowballed along in the rumor mill.In the meantime, I also kept up with some of my old buddies from high school who were attending the.