Andy and Paul both looked over to see if they might have already started."Pigs," Regan said, shaking her head. At least she was giggling."Hey, yeah," ...Paul said. "Elizabeth mentioned something about lingerie and pillow fights in the dorms. I just wanted to let you know my room will always be available if you want to move it there."In a move that seemed choreographed but wasn't, Regan and Elizabeth both crossed their arms beneath their breasts and stared at their boyfriends."You know what?". ."how? when.."she had so many questions but no idea on where to even begin. His reply, a timid kiss upon her lips, she responded to his kiss with her own timidness at first, then need and desire overtook them both, the kisses grew more hungry, years of unanswered desire came rushing to the surface. She melted into his kiss, giving into her own passion for him. She responded to every kiss witha passion that frightened her. Her hands searched his body, pulling him to her. His hands, one on. He knew how to tease an audience, knew how to make them respond, and in many ways his methods took advantage of the audience’s immaturity and their ignorance of old school poetry. The judge represented old school poetry. He looked like he prided himself on reading that type of literature.Claude reviewed the lines of his next poem like a mechanic checking a faulty engine, a self-diagnostic on his word choice, his rhymes, his language, his delivery. There was something about his poetry that was. He knew I didn’t cry for leaving parents and was worried if Chacko was a sadist.I looked around and whispered back “Chacko’s cock is this long” I showed him with finger the length.His jaw fell open. “When it is erect?” he whispered back. As I nodded, my eyes welled up again. My Mom admonished Siddu for making me cry again. Siddu told me not to worry that some solution can be found.As we were moving to check in counter, I studied Chacko. He was couple of inches taller than I, well built and.