Now, it was impossible for me to masturbate. And believe me, I had tried.The first week was pretty rough. The second week was even worse. I could thin...k of nothing else. For the first time in my life, I had wet dreams. This was doubly embarrassing because I couldn’t make my own bed. My mom was kind enough not to say anything.My sister Stephanie was home from college the next weekend. I can’t really say I blame her for breaking out in laughter the first time she saw me.Steph and I watched a movie. I never could move on though." So what are your plans now?" I don't know yet. I had planned on heading back to San Diego next week to start looking for a job." Would you mind if I offered you a job?" Trish asked."What kind of job?" I don't know if Mike told you about this yet, but I'm dying." No. You're kidding me right?" Sorry Cindy. I wish we were. She was diagnosed with a brain tumor a few months ago. It's inoperable." I replied."Oh shit. I'm sorry. How can I help?" I'm going to need someone. Suddenly Stacy shifted, curling up once more, pulling away from her husband. Not sure what his wife was playing at, Jared tried to concentrate on the movie.During the next commercial break, Jared stared openly at Stacy. She ignored him, apparently unaware of his scrutiny. It was only when the film travesty resumed and he had turned back to it that she moved again. Almost against his will, Jared's head rotated to carry his eyes back to his wife.She had turned a bit, putting her back square. I was speechless for a moment, but I finally choked out, "No, Christie, I don't think so. That's a really bad idea."Showing her usual stubborn streak, Christie cast aside my protest. "Why? I'm only talking about sleeping, okay? I just want to know what it feels like to have a man next to me." Good lord, Christie." I said in exasperation, "I care for you, and I wish I could, but we can't. I could get into a world of trouble." Why? I'm mean, it's not like we're going to do anything, right? I'm.