Chapter 8: Wednesday 3

Author’s Note: Long chapter. I hope you like this one. I do.

SUSAN

Jay is going to be our girl’s volleyball team statistician. That’s brilliant! I know he’s going to make a good one and I’m so excited. Plus, and this is the best part, he gets to come with us when we go away for games.

I was feeling great. I was finishing up my shower when the boys from the basketball team rolled in. They were surprised, to say the least. I was surprised. They were all so big. Only two of them were taller than me, but I’ve been hanging around Jay all this time so my perspective on boys were a bit skewed at this point.

I found the contrast between Jay and the basketball players to be interesting. It really is cool how everyone is different. It would be so dull if we were all the same. Ms. Winger was just mentioning that today in biology. I completely agree.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that the guys I go out with are shorter than me. If I cared about height then my prospects would be severely limited. But if I had any doubts, Jay is proving them all wrong and he is one hell of a catch.

I realized that Jay hasn’t changed much since we were kids, personality-wise. Or height-wise if I’m being honest. He can be funny, although he has to be in a good mood for that. I can see where he has a right to be upset and I think I would be in a foul mood this week if I were in his place, but he’s doing okay and he’s even chosen to finish his Program week even though he doesn’t have to, so you could say that he’s brave and determined. I like that.

He told me earlier this week that I told him once that I was too mature for him. The way I remembered it though was a little different: I said that he was too immature for me. It’s a subtle difference, I know, but I think it was a worse thing to say. I’m sure it hurt for him to hear it that way. Or did he hear it the way I said it? Maybe he heard what he wanted to hear. Or maybe he was being nice when he said that to me. What if that’s it? I’d feel so bad.

Also, I think you know by now that Jay is pretty smart. Did you know he’s taking calculus, and he’s only a sophomore? That’s hard class even for seniors. How does someone get into calculus as a sophomore?

The boy tries hard too. Some things are just harder when you’re short, I guess. He seems to try to do good at whatever he does. My friends and I used to call that Napoleon complex. But I realize if anyone else tries as hard as Jay does, we call them a hard worker.

His grades are great -- I know because I hear it from Mommy and Daddy. He’s waiving chemistry to go right to taking the chem AP exam. I’m sure he’ll do well. He aces every test he’s ever taken.

Also, and I know this firsthand, he’s good at sex, at least oral sex, because he tries so hard. Oh my God is he good. How he does it is a mystery to me. I’m not complaining because I love it. I’ll never get tired of it. No guy has ever been as good as him, even though few have have actually tried. He not only tried, he’s eager to do it. That’s my definition right there of a perfect boyfriend.

Boyfriend? I need to slow down here. Let me tell you something else. He is rather pretty. Sure, he’s short and scrawny. Okay, not scrawny, just short. He’s not tanned either. But so what? He’s pretty in his own way, especially when he’s naked. Ooo, I love his little ass. Also, when I see him with a hard on, it gets me excited. That’s right: Jay gets me aroused, especially when I pick him up naked. His thing against my boobs turns me on to no end. I just wish he’d let me pick him up more often. But I understand -- it’s embarrassing for him.

I let DeAndre finger me in the shower this afternoon after practice. I stroked his long member. Just so you know DeAndre is African American and tall and he’s on the basketball team. Stereotypical, isn’t it? Yes, I came, but it wasn’t anything close to the way that Jay makes me feel. I thanked him and left. DeAndre and I have been friends for over a year, mostly since we’re both athletes. We kind of hang around in the same crowds. We even went out a couple of times but we both agreed the chemistry just isn’t there. It is nice to share a shower with a friend once in while though. I’m the only one on the volley team this week who has to take showers in the boy’s locker room.

I wished Jay was around when I retrieved my clothes tonight. He was with the cheerleaders in the girl’s locker room. Did you hear that? Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? He made a promise and one of the unwritten rules of The Program is that anything goes. You can be close to your partner and even become a couple the week after. But during your week you have to let your partner do their thing with whoever they want no matter how much it hurts the other. I shouldn’t be jealous of the cheerleaders. But they’re cheerleaders! Before this week I’d have laughed if someone told me that Jay would be so popular with the cheerleading squad.

Instead of meeting Jay when retrieving my clothes I saw Emily hanging around the clothes boxes, still nude herself.

“Waiting for Jay?”

“I thought he might be here but I haven’t seen him yet.”

“He’s with the cheerleaders, Emily. I think he’ll be a while.”

“Ugh. I’ll wait. Did you hear about his visit with them yesterday?”

“He promised them he’d give them all relief. Can you believe it?”

“They’re not even in The Program.”

“I guess he’s having fun.”

“So are they.”

“Jealous?” I asked.

“A little, yeah. You?”

“Maybe. We have no right to deny him this.”

“I just hope they don’t hurt him.”

“He can take care of himself.”

“That’s what he thinks.”

“Don’t try to tell him otherwise. He’s proud of the fact that he doesn’t need anyone to protect him, including me.”

“I hope he’s right.”

“Well, good luck waiting for Jay. If you see him tell him I said bye for tonight and I’ll see him tomorrow.”

“I will.”

Mommy was here to pick me up and I didn’t want to keep her waiting. I needed to get a good night’s sleep to be in my best form for the game tomorrow. But I had one more thing to do tonight and that was to talk to Daddy. It’s not that I usually do that, but he insisted when I arrived home.

JASON

“Hi, Jay.” Emily greeted as I walked up to the boxes that our clothes were kept in.

“Hi, Emily. Have you been waiting long?”

“No. Not long. I’m happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too.”

“I saw Sue. She couldn’t leave her mother waiting. She said goodbye.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

“So, how did it go?”

“How did what go?”

“Your day.”

“Hoo boy. It was unreal. What about you?”

“Not too much happened, really.”

“Aw. Did you get any relief, Emily?”

“No.”

“How about we do what we did yesterday?”

“Okay.” she said, sheepishly. She was so cute like that.

I followed her down the hall to our bench. I know it’s a public bench, but I will always remember it as our bench now. Her ass cheeks were alternately going up and down as she walked and I could see and almost feel the muscles up and down the whole backside of her body working. The whole deal with Addison was off-putting, but I still had a hard on and it was getting harder watching Emily walk.

When she sat I gave her a kiss. It was intimate and I wanted it to last but we were at school and we both had to get home soon, so we pulled back and I prepared to worship her pussy.

“Wait.” she said.

“What?”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you had relief today?”

“I’m fine, Emily.”

She looked down at my throbbing cock. I’m sure she could see it pulsing with my heartbeat.

“It’s not okay, Jay.” she said.

“It is. I’m good.”

“Yes, you are. But I want to take care of that hard on for you.”

“Please, no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” I knew she sensed how I felt.

“Something’s wrong. A guy with a piece sticking out so far and hard like that and refusing relief, well, something’s wrong. What is it, Jay? You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you scared?”

“Um, a little. Maybe.”

“About getting relief?”

“Yeah.”

“Forgive me for asking but have you ever had an orgasm?”

“No.”

“I can fix that.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t tell a soul. It’s nothing you should be afraid of. I promise, you’ll like it.”

“But what if I’m not ready?”

“Trust me. You’re ready.”

“What if I don’t, you know?”

“Don’t what?”

“What if I don’t ... ejaculate? I’ll be the laughing stock of the whole school.”

“I doubt that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I will have failed as a dude. I’ll still be a boy, not a man.”

“I tell you what: how about if I try to give you relief. If you ejaculate then great. If not, then you’ll know. I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”

“You won’t?”

“No sweetheart. I’ll be gentle. Will you let me do this for you?”

She was so adorable.

“You would do that for me?”

“I would love to.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay.” I said.

She made us switch places with me now sitting on the bench and Emily kneeling between my legs. I looked down at her face and she smiled up at me. Then she gave my dick a kiss. I swear it tried to kiss her back. Then she started to take me into her mouth.

“Wait!” I said.

“What’s the matter?”

“Um, I mean, if nothing happens, you won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“I’m not very big down there.”

“I disagree. You’re bigger down there than most guys who are much taller than you.”

“Okay. But be careful.”

She started going down again.

“Don’t bite. Okay?”

“I won’t.”

“Because, you know. That could hurt.”

“Jay, you’re too tense. Just relax. Sit back, let me do the work. If nothing happens then that’s okay. If something does happen then it will be wonderful.”

“Okay. I trust you, Emily.”

Her smile got real big. Then she went to work. Her lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

“OH!”

She stopped and looked up again. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, it does. It’s like ... electric.”

She smiled again and then took me into her mouth once more. This time it was more than just the tip. I could feel it happening. I could feel all of my dick go into her mouth. I could feel her throat too. I think she swallowed or something, because something was going on down there. Maybe it was her tongue.

“Oh wow!” I said. I couldn’t help myself. I quit watching her and closed my eyes. I seemed to have entered another dimension at that moment. Nothing had ever felt this good. My body was moving involuntarily. I was losing control and it was Emily who was in command now. I trusted her so I let myself go. I was falling through several of those new dimensions and then I heard someone moaning.

“Ah, ah. Oh. Oh God!”

After a few moments I realized that moaning was me, and I was nearing the point of no return. I knew it instinctively. I couldn’t stop now no matter what. Emily kept doing what she was doing.

“Oh. Uh, Emily, Emily! Something’s going to happen. Oh, shit! Something’s happ ... uhhhhh, nnnggh.”

My hips jumped up and down. Some other force was moving them, not me. It was at that time that I had my first orgasm. My body tried to ram my dick right through Emily’s head. All my muscles tensed and I felt my whole essence draining right out through the end of my penis.

It lasted for a while, my hips pumping back and forth, and then I finally came down from my high.

“Emily! Oh my God. You are soooo good. I came. I really came. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

She stopped and looked at me and smiled -- she looked like an angel. The next thing I knew she was siting next to me and held my head in her hands. Then she opened her mouth and I could see cum. White, icky sperm. My sperm. Then she did something I’d have never expected -- she swallowed it!

I immediately grabbed her face and kissed her. It was a deep kiss and I shoved my tongue into her mouth trying to reach her throat. She backed away.

“Jay!”

“What?”

“Do you know what we just did?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You ejaculated. A mouthful, in fact. You did it.”

“I guess this means I’ve officially reached puberty.”

“And you tried to kiss me right after. Didn’t you know I had your cum in my mouth.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“You’re okay with it. Why shouldn’t I be?”

I could taste a little bit of what she was tasting. I didn’t think it was all that bad. Until now I’d never thought about such a thing. But the fact that she took it and swallowed it had endeared me to Emily so much.

“Oh my, you’re so sweet. See? You have nothing to be afraid of now.”

“Oh damn, Emily. I owe you so much for that.”

“I’m truly happy for you.”

“Now it’s your turn.”

“Jay, you don’t have to. This is your day.”

“But I want to. I want to so much.”

“Okay.”

At that moment I wanted to return the favor for Emily more than anything else I had ever wanted. I got down on my knees this time and went to kiss and lick her pretty little pussy. But then I had to pull back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh, Emily. Maybe I shouldn’t right now.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I still have some of uh, me, in my mouth, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh yeah. How cool is that?”

“I don’t know, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“You could get pregnant. I don’t think we should take the chance.”

“Oh Jay. You’re going to make me melt with your sweetness. I’ve had the shot, baby.”

“You have?”

“I’ve been taking boosters the past three years.”

“So, since you were ... eleven?”

“Ten. You can’t be too careful.”

“Oh. Okay. So, then it’s okay to do this?”

“Yes, Jay. It is.”

“Oh good.” I said then dove in. I wanted to do something special but I couldn’t think of anything I hadn’t already done. I just tried whatever came to mind.

I shook my head back and forth like I was motor-boating her boobs, but I was doing it with my mouth and to her pussy instead. I licked up her clit and then down with the underside of my tongue. I used my fingers too.

I made her squirm. I felt proud of myself, sure, but even more, I just wanted her to feel as good as she had made me feel. It seemed to be working.

In retrospect, I probably didn’t need to try so hard. I think she came several times. But by then we both needed to get home. So, sadly, we stopped. We both took a moment to calm down, but not too long.

“Am I going to see you tomorrow?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Are you going to be in the locker room with the cheerleaders again?”

“I don’t know. I’m going with the volleyball team tomorrow afternoon for their game.”

“It’s an away game. How did you swing going with them?”

“I’m their new statistician.”

“Oh wow. Congratulations. You’re going to make the best statistician, Jay. I just know it.”

“Thanks. I have a lot to learn.”

“You’re smart. You’ll learn.”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying. It’s not so easy.”

“You’ll do fine.”

“I wish I had your confidence.”

“Don’t worry. If I ever get back on the cheering squad then when I cheer for the team I’ll be cheering for you too.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her about Addison. But I knew what I had to do. My heart sank a little but I wanted her to feel good.

“You’ll get back on. I just know it. In fact, I heard them talking about you. Something about a flyer.”

“It figures.”

“Emily, what’s a flyer?”

“That’s the one they throw up in the air.”

“It must be scary.”

“You have to have a lot of confidence and trust in others. Plus, I’m light.”

“Not to me. You’re perfect to me.”

“Oh Jay, you always say the right things. You better stop or...”

“Or what?”

“Or, just, I don’t know. Let’s go home before I eat you up.”

“Eat me up?”

“It’s just a figure of speech. A loving figure of speech.”

“I know. I could eat you up too. And also literally.”

She laughed.

“Come on.” she said. “Let’s get dressed. Hey, do you want a ride?”

“I couldn’t impose on you.”

“No imposition. Where do you live?”

“About nine blocks from here.”

“That’s close. My brother’s coming to pick me up. He won’t mind.”

“Okay.”

We got dressed and I was so let down. I wanted to stay nude but I also wanted to see Emily nude again; she’s so gorgeous.

When her brother came to pick her up, Emily insisted on us both sitting in the back seat so we could be together. She introduced me to her brother.

“Hey, Richard, this is my friend Jay. He doesn’t live far. You don’t mind riding him over to his place, do you?”

“Nah.” he said. “Pleased to meet you, Jay.”

“Yeah, likewise.”

It was a short trip but I had to ask Emily so I whispered. “Is that really his name?”

“Yes.”

“They don’t use the nickname for him, do they?”

“Shhhh. He doesn’t like that.”

“That’s a cruel thing your parents did there.”

“I know. Just don’t ever mention it to him.”

“I won’t.”

“Thanks.”

Home, finally. Now I had to put up with Grace.

SUSAN

Dad wanted to talk to me privately. This was an ominous sign. What could it be about?

“Hi Daddy.”

“Shut the door Twinkle Pie.”

Twinkle Pie is his pet name for me. He doesn’t use it often and hardly ever in front of others.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“I hear you’re in The Program.”

“We talked about this before, Daddy, remember?”

“Of course I remember. How are you coping?”

“I’m coping just fine. Didn’t Mom tell you earlier?”

“She told me, today.”

“Mommy! Awwww. She should have told you sooner.”

“I knew, Twinkle. I guess I’ve been too busy to be home enough for her. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’m not mad at you.”

“Don’t be mad at your mother either.”

“Okay.”

“How’s volleyball?”

“Great. We have a game tomorrow.”

“I know. Are you going to be okay?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re in The Program all week. You do know that you’ll have to be nude for the game?”

“I know, Daddy. But I get to wear shoes and knee and elbow pads.”

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt.”

“So, who’s your partner?”

“Do you remember Jay?”

“Of course I remember Jay. I talk to him more than you do. How are you two getting along?”

“Just fine.”

“I see. So, you have no regrets about your partner?”

“None at all, Daddy. Why do you ask?”

“You two have been in different circles for a while now.”

“I think we’re going to be in the same circles from now on. He’s our new team statistician.”

“Now that’s a surprise.” Daddy said. “Did you have anything to do with that?”

“Oh, Daddy. Of course not. All I did was ask him to stay after and wait for me so we could talk.”

“What did you talk about?”

“We didn’t. I was so excited to hear he was going to be on the team that I completely forgot.”

“So what did you want to talk to him about?”

“Daddy, Jay is getting a reputation.”

“What kind of reputation?”

“I don’t know how to put this delicately. He’s, uh...”

“Yes?”

“He’s a sex god, Daddy.”

“Oh my. Is this true?”

“Yes, and I have to tell you it’s a well deserved reputation.”

“That’s ... not so easy to believe.”

“Believe it, Daddy. Do you know how smart he is?”

“I know his father. If he’s half as smart then he’s a genius.”

“I wish his daddy was still around.”

“We all do.”

“Mostly for Jay. He’s seems so lonely sometimes. Like he has no one on his side.”

“What about you?”

“I’m fine. I have lots of friends.”

“That’s not what I meant. Are you on Jay’s side?”

“Of course, I am.”

“It hasn’t been that way lately, Twinkle.” Daddy said with a sad face.

“Well, I want to be. Maybe I let him down before, Daddy.” I could feel my eyes watering up. “But I won’t ever do that again.”

“I know you won’t.”

“But I did do it again: I was mean to his friends this week.”

“That’s not so good.”

“I know. But my heart was in the right place. They were hurting him, I thought. I just wanted to help.”

“It’s okay, Twinkle. I’m sure Jay understands.”

“I hope so, Daddy. I used to think of him as mine alone when we were kids. Now, so many other girls want him. Can you imagine that? When the two of us walk the halls together we hold hands sometimes but he’s the center of attention. Even with the guys. I don’t know if I can compete.”

“I know for a fact that you mean a lot to him.”

“How do you know that?”

“I have my ways of knowing. Jay and I talk.”

“You have connections at school, don’t you? Why don’t you just admit it.”

“I do, but I’ve known Jay all his life too. I don’t think you have to worry. And even so, my little Twinkle Pie, you’re so very beautiful. You can have any guy you want at the snap of your fingers. Don’t be so sad.”

“Oh yeah? Did you know he’s falling for a cheerleader?”

“He is?”

“She a little thing. Just like him.”

“She’s that small?”

“Not that small. She’s about five feet, but that’s still short.”

“She’s taller than Jay, huh?”

“Everyone is. His head only comes up to her chin.”

“Maybe he’ll have a girlfriend not so much taller than him.”

“They’re not boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“But you just said he’s falling for her.”

“He hasn’t fallen all the way yet.” I was starting to get mad at Daddy. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Good for you.”

“How did we get to talking about Jay? Is that what you called me in here to talk about?”

“No. Well, yeah, sort of.”

“Why?”

“I want to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth.”

“I’ve never lied to you, Daddy.”

“I know, Twinkle. But this is important. Did Jay mention anything to you about being exempt from The Program?”

“You heard about that? You already knew he was my partner before you asked, didn’t you?”

“Please. Just answer the question for me.”

“He did. He said his mother hand carried the papers to the office. But there was some screwup and they lost the forms.”

“He’s right. There was a screwup. Dr. Bruce clued me in.”

“It’s awful, Daddy.”

“Indeed, it is. I want to appoint someone to clean up the admin office so this sort of thing never happens again.”

“So, do it. You’re the county commissioner.”

“I wish it were that simple.”

“Why not?”

“There are those who feel that The Program is sacrosanct. There are people on the council who oppose any kind of scrutiny.”

“But you’re the boss.”

“I still have to work with the council and the board of education. And I want you to keep what I’m about to tell you in confidence, Twinkle. Okay?”

“Sure, Daddy.”

“I don’t think misplacing Jay’s papers downtown was an accident.”

“Oh, no. Someone did this on purpose?”

“Maybe. Dr. Bruce suspects the same thing.”

“What’re you going to do?”

“I’m not sure. Tell me, how is Jay getting along in The Program?”

“He’s, ... he’s doing good. I told you how people think of him now.”

“Has it been bad for him in any way?”

“No. Mostly just the opposite. I think he’s really enjoying it.”

“I see. Has he told his mother yet?”

“I don’t think so. He wanted to hold off telling his mom when Dr. Bruce told him Monday that there could have been a problem. You know, Dr. Bruce is very strict. He wouldn’t let Jay get out of The Program on Monday.”

“I know.”

“Jay was ready to tar and feather his mom until Dr. Bruce told him. It’s a good thing the principal checked before he got home.”

“I’d hate to see her reaction. I’m surprised the school hasn’t heard from her yet. You remember when the bureaucrats screwed up her husbands paperwork and they wouldn’t let him be buried in the veteran’s cemetery, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Let’s just say Elaine McMillan is not a woman you would want to cross.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, Twinkle. She adores you. You can do no wrong in her eyes.”

“Really?”

“Don’t you know? She used to love watching you and Jay play together when you were young. She always loved that you would play with her son.”

“I don’t know about that now.”

“I’m sorry to do this to you, Twinkle. How is school going otherwise?”

“Good. I’m making an ‘A’ in art.”

“What about math?”

“Trig sucks.”

“It’s important. You’ll never get a scholarship to college if you don’t pass trigonometry, no matter how good your volleyball skills.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll try harder.”

“That’s my girl. Let’s go eat.”

“One other thing, Daddy.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you know of any jobs for a welder?”

“What? No. Since the factory closed their doors there’s lots of welders looking for jobs. Is it for someone you know in town?”

“Maybe.”

“I am looking for someone to head up the permits department. They don’t have to be a welder but knowing mechanical skills helps. Would you like me to check into it?”

“I would. Let me write his name and number down for you.” I took a scratch piece of paper and put down all I knew about Freddie and his family. Hopefully Daddy will come through. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

As you see, my father is the county commissioner. I don’t like that he’s in politics but he has lots of contacts and friends. Plus, it’s a living. And he gets the inside scoop at school.

JASON

Wednesday is known as hump day. No, I didn’t get to hump anyone, but I got the next best thing: a blow job. I am so hoping that the rest of the week will be as good as then end of today. It was one hell of day. It’s been one hell of a week. I was very tired when I made it home but I had to deal with Grace first. I didn’t expect her to be wearing only a towel.

“You took a shower this afternoon?”

“I’m trying to get the glitter out of my hair.”

“How did you get glitter in your hair?”

“I’m going to be fairy in the play.”

“Why the glitter?”

“Magic pixie dust. Can you see any left in my hair?”

“Gracie, you have to bend down ... Further.”

“My towel will fall off if I bend down too much farther.”

“Not my fault you’re so much taller.”

“Not my fault you’re so short.”

“Do you want me to do this, or not?”

“Alright, I’m sorry.”

“Sure you are.”

“Please, Jay, pixie dust gets all over the place.”

“It’s glitter, not pixie dust.”

“Please.”

“Fine, kneel down.”

Grace knelt down in front of me holding her towel to her chest. She was kneeling on the floor while I sat at the kitchen table but she still had to bend over for me. Her hair was golden blonde, but even so it was a bit darker than Mom’s or my hair. And it looked a lot darker being wet.

“Grace, why don’t you dry your hair? I can’t see a thing. If there’s any glitter it’s not easy to see. Wait, I see a little piece of glitter right here, let me pick it out.”

“You found one! There’s bound to be more.”

“Fine. Go dry your hair. I’ll be able to see it better then.”

“Okay. Forgetting something?”

“What?”

“You have clothes on.”

“I’ll be telling Mom about The Program today. It won’t matter.”

“We made a deal. You’re suppose to be naked.”

“That was only until today.”

“It was through today. You’re wimping out on me.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are. I knew it. I told Nora you’d wimp out.”

“That’s all you have your mind, isn’t it? Fine, I’ll undress.”

“You’re so easy.”

“And you’re such a pervert.”

At this point, being nude for two days in front of the whole school, I wasn’t embarrassed to get naked for my sister. After all, she is family and nobody else is here. I still couldn’t believe she wanted this, but she is a pervert. Or maybe she thinks it’s causing me some kind of mental distress. Ha ha, fooled her. It’s easy to get over your fear of nudity when you spend so much time nude in front of others. And ... I wanted to.

I was in my bedroom studying. I was working intently on several problems practicing integration by parts when I heard the hair dryer stop. I knew she’d be here soon. Music was on again but that’s par for this house. I didn’t mind her music as long as it wasn’t that computer generated stuff that everyone listens to nowadays. Fortunately, Gracie’s and my tastes are aligned when it comes to music.