Yup, sweat pants with the pockets cut out, and a hole right between the legs. You see, if I squat down, my cock fits right through the hole. I can lay... my hand on my leg and stroke the sweet spot, and it is virtually impossible for anyone to see it. I discovered, once my dick is through the hole, all I need to do is stand up and it tucks itself right back inside. Put on my masturbation pants, record some porn on the cell phone, put in an ear bud, and I can pull off some pretty amazing whack-off. Dayna had smuggled me into a sex shop and we found a veiny, mushroom headed dildo that was as close to Ben as I could make it. But no matter how close it was in size, there was no simulating the warmth or power of Ben's real dick. And more importantly, there was no simulating the feel of his body flush with sweat on top of me, or the intense gaze of his eyes as he looked at me in adoration."That sounded like a good one," Ben's voice sounded off in my ears.I tilted the microphone back to my. You get to keep the Bitch. Beverly, Bill, I love you both. Goodbye." She was gone. The TV went blank. The lawyer, Sol, handed my Father a tape and my Father looked from the tape to me and left the room. Sol came around the table sitting closer and explained that the various things Gran had bought through the years had made her fairly well off as he put it. About five million dollars worth if it were to be cashed in right now. Seems Robert had read a lot of science fiction while he was still. So something else obviously happened." Uh-huh," I agreed, reflecting that I had no chance when it came to understanding women. "You still can't say anything." Okay. So how was it?" Jeanne," I protested."Yeah, I thought it would be," she smiled.Absolutely no chance whatsoever."Can I ask you a question?" Sure." How long did I date Cammie?"She got a little grin on her face."Let's see, you kissed her at Christmas, and finally got up the nerve to ask her on a date in June, I think. You didn't break.