"Then I started classes at U and everyone treated me different. I wasin college, and everything was different, and pretty soon I was, too.Yeah, I was ...still a freshman, and I remember what you guys said aboutthat, but I was different, just because of where I was, and what I wasdoing, and because of everybody's attitude toward me. They treated melike I was in college - and I was. And I changed. It didn't take long.I didn't do high school stuff anymore. I didn't even think of it andwouldn't have. And if there never were another night like that, I should surely die a happy, happy man, floating through eternity in the stream of her love."He felt empty when he was done. He'd never written anything like this before, and he wasn't sure at all that he'd done what he was supposed to. But he'd thought of the woman he loved, and written what he thought, or something like what he thought. The images and words had spilled onto the paper. The biggest problem he had was that he felt like he had to. .," I replied while violently struggling with my restraints."Not for long any more." she answered while watching my predicament with a big smile on her face. "A mixture of highly experimental drugs and some surgery will take care of that. You won't be able to recognize yourself when I'm finished with you. Ah, and don't hurt yourself... You won't get out of here without my approval." Surgery? Drugs? YOU'RE MAD! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I'm totally healthy! I don't need no surgery!" I wailed knowing. I looked at him, 'Another Wrinkly', I thought, names of endearment young girls used to describe men of certain ages, 'Yes', I replied, straightening up as he approached, noting his eyes firmly on my breasts, the cold and wetness due to rain, did nothing to hide my stature of femininity, my nipples hardening even more, thanks to his keenness of them.'Sorry love, I thought you were someone else', he apologized and smiled warmly, but my tits remained firmly in his focus, even I could see their.