I quickly tried to change the focus here, so I added, “I can use all the extra points I can get in his music class, while Lynette is basically doing...it to help out her sad-sack boyfriend.” Lynette leaned away from me and punched me in the shoulder for that little comment.“Sweet,” Samantha said as she looked at the song. “You’ve got the guitar notation here as well. Do you play?”“I, uh, have strummed a few guitars in my days but I’m working on getting better,” I semi-fibbed, as well as said a. They didn't try to hide it. And they didn't try to hide their erections either. It was as if they wanted her to notice the lumps and bulges, the places where they were almost poking through their pants. Like male wildlife strutting their extravagance trying to attract a female.She wasn't attracted to any of them particularly, but the idea of an entire group of men getting hard when she walked by? Thinking about that took her imagination to gang-bang places and had her slipping her hand down her. . undeclared but probably computer related, why?" You need to go into gay counseling. You're damn good," Stephansaid. "You've been very honest with me and told me things I needed to hear.You think I could change and have a few friends here? I'm very lonely anda few friends would be great." Stephan, it is okay to be out and proud but tone it down a little," Isaid. "The guys here won't automatically change and treat you with respectimmediately." I know respect is earned," Stephan said. "Matt,. . twice." Stopped? Stopped what?" I was totally lost—not the foggiest idea what she was talking about."When you were rubbing my back, you stopped before you got to my butt and then again when you were doing my legs you didn't go, y'know, all the way up. And later when we were in bed," a slight pink tinge flashed across her face, "you didn't try anything. Why I even had to FORCE you to grab my boob!" I didn't think you'd want me to touch you like that. It wasn't that I didn't WANT to."She looked.