Anyway, we've been dying to meet you, and Patricia said you wouldn't mind if we—" They were both so cute I couldn't let them languish in indecision ...for long."Don't worry, I'm glad you came up. I'm Alex, by the way, but then I guess you already know that." Oh, we know all about you," the other one, a brunette with darker skin replied. "You're about all we talk about back home anymore. Patricia said if we helped get the charter house here off the ground, you'd help us set up our own at our. What changed that day when I was 10 was the relationship with the paper and pencil. That day, they filled my head. There was nothing else in the world. I saw them and I had to draw. I think I may have had impulses like that before, but this one hit when there were no other obstacles. I picked up the paper and pencils, walked out of the house, got on my bike, and went to the creek. I had an image in my mind of a rock and tree that I had to draw. I saw it and drew it about a dozen times. Then. In a few seconds, we heard the sound of frying bacon, his way of letting us know he was out of earshot for a while and could talk privately."Goodness," she said, talking about my brothers eating habits, "I don't know where that boy puts it all." She sat back and turned towards me. "Now, where were we?" I was wondering..." I wondered what to say, and then I just blurted out. "Do you think a gang bang would cure me?" she hugged me tight."Oh darling, I've no idea, but it could be dangerous, as to. As I payed,it became obvious that Mark gave me much more money than I needed. Aftershopping I went to a fast food place and ate my lunch there, I wasfeeling like a tourist, trying to do the "typical" things that thelocals did.After lunch I still had some time before returning home to preparedinner (I was already bored with that routine). I decided to walk in thecommercial quarter close to the supermarket. There were some shops forclothing and I decided to take a look at them, after all, Mark.