And you might be thinking that we never got laid, because we were fags. But we did. Maybe because even the shittiest garage and basement bands attract... groupies. Maybe because girls liked “bad boys” and weirdos.All of us had sex at young ages, but the girls we fucked weren’t cheerleaders, but were also fags, girl fags, girl versions of fags, girl weirdos and potheads. Girls with limps. Girls with big tits but small asses. Girls with small tits and big asses. Girls with speech impediments. Girls. We ended up making love on the kitchen room floor, with Mindy on top of me.I wrote SN for Sensitive Nipples on the calendar.Two days later, as I was leaving for work, Mindy came into the kitchen and said she was skipping school that day, because she needed to buy groceries.I knew that wasn’t true. I mean it wasn’t even a good excuse. Clothes I could understand, but skipping school to buy groceries? Another irrational response.“What time is the doctor’s appointment?” I asked, quite innocently,. I backed up to the desk to give me room and time to plan. The man with the mace ran to catch up to me. This would be child's play despite his obvious skill with the weapon. Neither, he, or the dagger wielding foe, had any chance against me. It was simple actually, unlike in fiction, it was common sense, and their weapons gave them a much shorter reach than mine did. Long before they were close enough to touch me, I could dispatch them with ease. Their only advantage was in numbers and by moving. Returning the bathroom ,applying my makeup doing my hair then the finishing touch. my lips I paint red blotting them looking in the mirror,Smiling he will not be able to resist. Packing the truck with a blanket,pillows and the picnic basket, looking at the timeOh got to get a move on errands to run and a two hour drive. Making the drive listening to music as my thoughts run wild ,the drive Roy's by,pulling onto the road to the pond I notice my man is already there smiling as I park the.