He knew that a part of it was his fault. He smelt so bad-from head to toe-but he didn’t know how to remedy that. He had tried to use perfumed soaps ...o rid off the odour but it always returned. It was the curse, all right. And he was to be blamed for it. ‘Sit up.’ Jamila ordered. John sat up and let her put the scented mixture on his skin. He tried not to shiver, but it was hard. Her hands were so soft and delicate that they humbled him. He knew what she thought about him-stupid and too. . How do you do it little guy.... Christopher moved quickly to his shower to take care of his persistent little friend. Shortly after his awakening he was watching semen erupted from the head of his raging hard-on all over the shower floor, he watched the cum wash away down the drain as he contemplated the day before, and his agreeing to broadcasting his losing his virginity to the World Wide Web. And as these thoughts were going through his head he heard something he had been dreading, he had. One night we were hanging out at Cathy's place, smoking a joint, when the topic of sex came up. However, this time the conversation was far more detailed. We talked about our "first timers", our good experiences, and the bad ones. Then the topics of sexual fetishes came up. I started talking about some of my fetishes (watching women masturbating, oral sex, wanting to have a 3 way, and sex in public). Cathy casually rolled her eyes, as if my fetishes were every guy’s thing (which for the most. " That wouldn't bother me." I said. Everyone else agreed with me.Day 111 - Thursday, August 19, 1847Everyone was in a good mood this morning. Sam and Rawhide were going at each other and were keeping the rest of us laughing. Another reason for our good mood was that we knew we were only a couple of days from the free states.We made sixteen miles for the day, even though we were delayed at our nooning. We were all eating lunch when a group of four men rode into our noon camp. They dismounted and.