And you set your wealth in godly deeds against the sins you’ve laid.So you place your final burden on your hard-pressed next-of-kin.Send the chamber... pot back down the line to be filled up again.Take your mind off your electionand try to get it straight.And don’t pretend perfection;you’ll be crucified too late.”-Jethro Tull, “Lick Your Fingers Clean“It can be embarrassing picking out exactly the right outfit for a special occasion, then when you arrive, finding out that another woman is wearing. Adjusting myself in my seat I reached down and “scratched my crotch” like a football player would. Though she turned her head to look away when I moved her eyes never left my crotch. When I finished moving I made sure that my shorts road up my thigh a little more exposing a little more of my now hardening cock.Still using my sunglasses for cover I watched her closely as she maneuvered into a better position to see my cock. To make things easier for her I slouched down in my seat. Doing this. She was laying down relaxing and listening to Tupac for some reason. I told her I needed to talk to her. She said Can this wait Zack Im kinda busy relaxing with a sly smile and stretched so that her nice B cups jutted out and her perfectly flat stomach was exposed by her rising tiny shirt. I contained my thoughts of pouncing her and making her mine right there and told her the bad news. She said I knew there was no way he could have this many business trips, what an asshole. How is mom? Shes. And I didn't look back again.October 31, 1981I stood over the sink and splashed cold water in my face, several times. I'd just showered and shaved, having slept in late. Last night, I'd gone straight back to my dorm room and crashed, my mental state having gone from meltdown to shutdown.I picked up my towel and dried off my face. I wrapped the towel around my waist and traipsed back to my room. Benny, my roommate (or half-roommate, if you will), was of course home for the weekend. Thus, I had.