Whatever. “You don’t know?”“Don’t know what?” asked Sally, as she walked around the corner.“Where all this crap came from.”“Where DI...D all this,” an expansive all encompassing gesture of the hands, “Come from?”“UPS,” I said.“When?”“Just before I got to Bree.”“What?”“I was having an adventure of the mind and the UPS man knocked. He delivered all this crap,” I explained ... which was no explanation at all.“Why here?” Sally said. “Why not to the Avocado Garage?” She was looking at the boxes when. Well, of course that was about all I ever did. Daydream about girls and watch them, fantasizing about being with them and doing stuff with them. In fact it seemed I spent a lot of time doing that and when alone would play with myself as I had those thoughts. I kept hoping that someday a girl would make me feel the things that only my hand now did.He reached under his mattress and pulled out a magazine or something. "Have you ever seen one of these?" he asked as he showed me a copy of a . I pulled her to me. My erection massively hard inside my shorts. Staring at her lacy pajama top, her shorts that barely covered her little teenage butt, and her petite little legs.Not four hours earlier, I had my mouth on those legs, kissing every inch of them, moving my face up between her thighs, and performing what amounted to some of the most intense oral sex I had ever done on a girl in my life.She opened her mouth, as if to say something, and I kissed her passionately on the lips, slowly. .By the time she was 16 I was attaching weights as heavy as a 2 lb bag of sugar on each flap.When she was 17, the weights were 3 lbs each.At age 18, the weights had increased to 4 lbs each and I had began strapping the weights to her thighs and fixing them to her flaps with very short stretchy straps so that every time she took a step she pulled on the weights and by the time we split, when she was 20, she was carrying a 6 lb weight, either hanging loosely from each flap or both weights.