Doing this has been really great for my sex life. I'm not very good looking, and I didn't get any attention from girls in high school, even when I did... The Program last year. Since I came here, though, I've had sex with Marian several times and I've hooked up with a couple of the other girls in our group and one of the cheerleaders. Apparently my technique is better than my looks, because I had Marian screaming like a banshee. The librarian even came over and shushed us.After that, we got. Sara began to grind against the counter, Oh god! Yes, teach me. Teach me! Emma threw a few sugar packets at Sara, Will you stop it, Emma said blushing, Customers are gonna think youre sex deprived, or Damon will hear and come out and demand an answer. Sara smiled, Puh-lease. So are you gonna call that tutor guy? Emma pulled out the sticky note from her pocket, I dont know. I need to pass this class but I dont know how I feel getting tutored. Besides what if he doesnt like me? Sara stared at her. Not sipping wine reluctantly – that’s never a problem for me, you understand – just having to close my book. Could be worse, I reasoned, it’s not as though either of them were terribly hard on the eyes. The question actually made them laugh more.“No,” Christian giggled, “Ben and I like to fuck the same girls!” Again I silently deplored the decline in morals in public speaking. When did it become okay to speak like that with strangers? Did I miss a memo? Something of my feelings must have seeped. The space that I grew up is now little more than a storage area. Gone are the toys and games that once occupied it. Only one lamp sits on a broken white dresser. My old color TV with the long outdated, unworkable cable box rests on a dusty TV table. The open closet doors are a gateway to nothing. I wait for dad with both nervousness and excitement. My desires have overtaken me, but I cannot help but wonder if I have already punched my one-way ticket to hell for wanting him this way. Dad and I.