I am Genny.I was in the spring of my Freshman year at Michigan State. Back aroundChristmas I had gone with a friend to my first meeting of the Gay and...esbian Council. I wasn’t really interested in their politics, but I didlike the people I was meeting there. I had dated a number of differentgirls and was having a lot of fun doing it. I noticed Carol right away.She always had an opinion about everything that was going on. She wasvery out. She wore tee shirts that said ‘Danger…Dyke Crossing!’. It had never been there before. This was literally ‘virgin territory’ for both of them.Her legs were stretched even wider. She wanted all of him and he knew she was so ready.His purple head nuzzled gently between her inner lips and easily located her love passage. It was well lubricated from her own juices and his ample supply of precum. She moaned in appreciation. At last, she was becoming a real woman.She felt it move deeper, slower, and even gentler until it stopped with only its head inside. I kept an eye on my families at night, but nothing of note happened. Ava spent a lot of time with them, which was good because she looked like she needed it. I should've been in several of her classes at school and been available to talk with her every day, so every time I saw how sad she looked I felt even more anger toward the fucking DHS and CIA.On Friday I decided to recheck the Portland DHS to see if anything had changed in my file. I didn't want to log in as the State Director when he was. You go to run back to your rod and hope you can land whatever the hell just hoisted part of your boat up, but before taking two steps, whatever it was went back under, dropping the port bow all of a sudden. The sudden drop and your shifts in weight that were supposed to help keep you up cause you to fall into the ocean. Now you have a problem, you didn't lower the ladder, so you'd need to climb on a whale or hitch a ride on a dolphin to make it back up to the deck of your boat. Down here, you.