When Nate left and Jimmy went to his desk, I approached. "Who were you talking to?" I asked. "You talking about the guy at the cooler?" I nodded. "Oh,... that's my buddy, Nate." "Maybe, we should do something this Friday." His eyes bulged and mouth widened. "Yeah, absolutely. There's a new steakhouse that opened up on Main." "I was thinking something less formal. Maybe, a sports bar. I could bring a friend, and you can bring one. Nate seems like a friendly guy. Why not invite him?" "Oh. Okay. I. Something ruptured inside me and that entire huge, warm, enormous thing smoothly glided inside my wet and slippery tiny hole just like a hot knife moves inside butter. It seemed as if I am torn apart. Its entry was painful I shouted at him to stop but he had gone entirely mad. He holds me tightly and put his lips on mine and pressed it in such a way that even if I wanted to shout no voice came from my mouth. He started moving his hips up and down in a rhythmic manner. In the same rhythm that. Every time the story comes up around a campfire, and that'll be every trip, we'll make sure to mention you chickened out." Scooter, you wouldn't..." she stopped for a second, and sighed. "Yeah, I guess you would. Christ, I hope my folks don't find out." Michelle Rawson, Wild Woman of the Grand Canyon," Scooter shook her head. "Do you know how many stories about you are floating around? How many are true? How many have they heard? How much do they believe of it?" Yeah, but there's a lot of stuff. Finally, the last bell rang and I walked outside to meet him. I didnt live far from the school so I walked to and from school. Daniel had a last minute debate team meeting so he agreed to come over right after it was over. I hurried home, showered and washed my hair. I put on a pair of cotton shorts with no panties underneath and a cotton shirt, no bra. I was about to dry my hair when I heard a knock at the door. I ran to open it and Daniel came in, French book in hands. Hey! We went into the.