The door was wide open and I looked directly at Angie. She was sitting on the toilet, shorts by her ankles and drying her bush with some toilet paper....Al the while, she was looking straight into my eyes, smiling a come-on smile which was interrupted by Chris calling and asking whether the bathroom was free. She stood up, pulled up her panties and shorts and went past me. The way her backside brushed against my erection was no coincidence.Half an hour later we were all in our respective beds,. But because many many unfortunate people have had experiences similar to mine, the causes and effects have been studied and I eventually learned that terms like "psychological maltreatment" and "narcissistic personality disorder" and "co-dependency" are relevant to how I learned to compensate for the irrationality that I experienced and how I learned to relate to other people.There's an amazing two lines from an old Led Zeppelin song that I believe every man can relate to.In the days of my. To tellthe truth, I seriously doubted that my own mother would have recognizedme.It was during our conversation that I began to recall so much of how shereally was, before she did to me, what she did. It was she, or better said, what she had done, that led me to my newlifestyle, and to the settling of scores I was planning... my final stepin freeing myself from the anguish and distress she and others had heapedupon me. It was during that first conversation at that Cuban Coffee shop that. John almost had to drag David out to the grassy area in front of the pond. John started to undress. David looked around him."Where are the girls?" Behind those bushes over there." Oh."David blushed a beet red, turned his back to the bushes, and undressed. John faced the same way he did and, in spite of the fact that he'd done this before, blushed too. Now the boys bare buttocks were in clear view of the girls and they made a dash for the pond. They ran until they were up to their hips in water.