.. virginities of yours Ican take?" And then sped off to our first destination. We had a greatday, and that evening we explored each other intimatel.... Turns out shewas game in letting me try her ass, she was quite proud for hers to bemy first.Steven called me the morning after I slept with Michelle, he seemed tobe a bit down in the dumps, but when I asked him, "Steve are you Ok?You seem a bit put out. Anything wrong?" No, I'm good Ike. I was thinking about all the good times we have. Watching through the mirror I saw the policeman get out his car and walk down towards me. I rolled down my window and plastered a smile to my face."How can I help you officer?" I asked."License please," he replied."Sure." I said, handing it over.He looked at it and then back at me. "Do you know why I stopped you?" he asked.Playing coy I replied, "No." You were speeding," he said matter of factly. "Can you step out the car please Miss," he added.'Great.' I thought. I really didn't need this; any. Or the worst.I’m not sure if dying just once would have had the same effect that dying three times did; there’s no way we’ll ever know because I died all three times in less than ninety minutes, not regaining consciousness until nearly two weeks later, against all odds. It must have all been thoroughly unpleasant, but I have little to no memory of any of it.This part is what the doctors tell me, that I was clinically dead once where I fell, my friends performing CPR in an effort to keep my body. Eventually Morton washed using the Loofa and bodywash and washed his hair using the Suave Strawberry scented shampoo.When Morton finished his bath he wrapped the towel around himself the'right' way, the way SHE would around his torso and hips and wrapped asecond towel around his hair. Then he looked over the makeup in the kithe received the first day. He took it out and experimented hesitatinglywith it. Watching his own motions to make sure it would not lookclownish or whoreish. SHE was not a.