The inner man wanted to completely possess Abby, in every way a man properly possesses a women. Behind the somber expression I kept pasted on my face ...was a man contemplating all the positions we could employ while making love, and how many times I could send her over the top before sliding inside and giving her my all.Suffice it to say that breakfast was a bit unusual for me.Our conversation over breakfast was strictly impersonal. We discussed the snow and ice, traveling conditions with other. The few that knew me knew that this was totally out of character. Several of them seemed sympathetic and they kept trying to get me to explain why I would permit this. I could only shrug.Jordan told them that she was working on improving my image.The warning bell rang and I jumped down and grabbed my books and purse. I started for my first class but Jordan stopped me and warned me, "The next time I have to do it for you, it will be shorter, much shorter."Then she rushed off to class.I got to my. Over the next four days we met every night at the spot we met. We talked about things that we liked and about the stories that he wrote. He ever wrote me a poem about me. He mentioned how beautiful I was, and how much he wanted to kiss me. So that night I let him. At first I was shaking. I had never kissed a boy before, and he was more then just some boy. He was the most amazing boy I had ever met. After a moment that his kisses completely took me over. I was completely lost in him and I wanted. “Is it wrong…or bad…to masturbate?” she blurted out, her eyes intently fixed somewhere around my feet.“As with most things, it depends,” I answered with therapist-like seriousness, “It is the best way to explore yourself and your sexuality, what you like, what turns you on, that kind of thing. And to safely relieve some sexual attention.”“When is it bad?” she wanted to know next.Now, even more serious, I turn toward her, patiently waiting for her to look up. “I think it’s only when it, or.