I reached up to where his but was and pressed my hand against it.He jumped off his bunk and demanded to know what I was doing. He was stark naked and...his cock was rock hard. He was about 8 inches and cut. I got hard very quickly. I lied and told him that I just wanted him to know I was awake. I suggested we look at some of the magazines that we'd stolen. He was okay with that so we took his ten magazines and sat on my bunk looking at them. I wasn't really looking at them. I was. "It's a little sad that you went on those dates and couldn't kiss the girls," Erin said as we walked to Morgan's house. Ahmo held Morgan's arm tightly. The girls were whispering back and forth to each other.I looked behind us. The transfer students and black kids noticed each other. They had words in the middle of the street. I made a note of each face before letting it go. The transfer kids dressed preppy, but I caught a tattoo under a sleeve. The verbal altercation broke up. The black kids. “I thought you were asleep.”“I am. Do you need to go to the bathroom?” he asked without opening his eyes.“No.”“Then get back here.”“I need to check my emails.”“You won’t be able to walk. Don’t bother. C’mere,” he said, tugging me back.“What makes you think I won’t be able to walk?”“Because I made sure of it. Now get over here before you wake me.”“You are awake.”“I’m not. On-call forces you to...” he yawned, not even bothering to finish the sentence.I bit my lip. I technically could get by. Barbara’s admissions made the press for almost a week, but the uproar slowly died down as other news came up, pretty much as was predicted, Don and I made the best of our time, making wedding plans and putting my good friends in the PDA to work. We occasionally went to the city whenever Don was scheduled to testify, or for dress fittings, or for signing contracts for the hall, band and caterer, but that was all. ‘Richard was able to set up a series of meetings between Barbara, Don and myself..