Gilbert was no longer the same mild-mannered person that dribbled throughlife. Things were going to change, but first thing was first: he neededsome ...pussy. He got dressed cramming his woody into his rigid jeans andpicked up the laser pointer. Who's next, Gilbert pondered. He lookedout of the eyehole onto the door and saw nothing in the hallway. Slowlyhe opened the door and shut it behind him. His apartment door down thehall was still open.Gilbert walked down until he heard something on. ”“It should be exactly like this every day unless the wind shifts and we get a nor’easter. Then the water will be rough and cloudy for a day or two. I’d have to say that high tide will be around four today. That means it will be later at night by the weekend. We can come down after dinner and go for a swim. It’s only safe at high tide because of the rocks. Of course, there are other things we could do here on the beach…alone…together…in the dark.”“Imagination—that’s only one of the. You weren’t even out the front door, and she was on my lap.”“And?”“She kissed me. Held my face in her hands and kissed me.”“Tongue?”“Yeah. Tongue.”“What did you do?”“I-I put my arms around her. I kissed her back. Aw, Dave! She’s a tiger in an angel suit! She was twisting around and stuff.”“Could she feel your hard on?”Joe hesitated at further disclosure. Then continued.“Oh yeah, she could feel it. She was rubbing her crotch back and forth on it.”“Then what?”Joe sighed, then said “She took off. He had long blamed himself for his relatively poor health. After all,you didn't need to be a hypochondriac to know it wasn't good for you tostick your fingers in your mouth. A nasty bout with flu was the laststraw for this incongruous habit. He was finally going to act like aproper worrywart and kick the habit."But how?" he wondered.Every journey begins with a first step, and for Jack that was filingoff the rough edges. Jack figured that biting began with picking andpicking began with a rough.