I need your help." Sure Judge, anything," Mac said sincerely. Suddenly, he was very concerned. This seemed serious, he thought, as he took a sip of hi...s drink. He stared at his long time friend and could see that he seemed tense. Mac knew the Judge took pride in not showing what he was thinking. It helped to keep a poker face when you were a federal judge. He also noticed that he looked much older than the last time he had seen him. He looked pale, even frail. It was somewhat of a shock. The. Ok! Let's go." I said. "Damn! Did you get a good feel. Here let me finish the rest. Give a towel to your new porn star. My breast our sore from my son's hands. What am I going to do with you?? Junior?? What are you doing?" said Daryl's Mom. "Mom! Don't be mad. But I need to...." said Daryl. With out warning. Daryl dropped his skate boarding shorts. He pulled down his wet underwear. He had already blew a small load in the front. Now I know why everyone called him Small Daryl. It was no bigger. .. Hurry up Chris... " Tracy said from the bathroom."You hurry up. You're the one whose shitting," Chris responded. "Hey, what the fuck are you getting undressed for?" he asked me."Because while your squeaking your head off, I'm going to take her other cherry."While Tracy groaned from my words, Chris said, "The fuck you are! No fucken underclassman is going to fuck my fucken girlfriend. So put your fucken clothes on and get the fuck out of here before I fuck you up." But you want me too," I. There are people like me though,” she said. “People who can’t seem to get off without some specific ‘thing’. “Maybe there’s a group for it,” I offered. “Yeah, right,” she said. Rachel wasn’t the group therapy type and we both knew it. “A popular theory is something really powerfully sexual happens in adolescence that gets associated with a particular stimulus, or object, or whatever.” “Like high heels, or nylons,” I offered. “Yeah,” Rachel eyed my sideways, “you saying I should wear nylons.