Do you want to live on welfare therest of your life? Do you think that there is a futurein picking up aluminum cans on the side of the road?”Pau...l looked like an animal caught in a trap. Hecouldn’t look any more stunned if Doyal had popped himin the forehead with a two-by-four. I took a deepbreath and said, “Paul. Go lock the door.”He shook his head and tried to grab my wrist again. Ipulled away and hissed, “No god damn it! We have to dothis. We don’t have a. Picture this: dirty blonde, about 5'6, those famous perfect volleyball player legs and big ass, good sized tits, gorgeous face, and perfect feet to top it all off. She was literally the definition of perfection in my eyes, and I masturbated about her every day. I've never had a problem talking to girls, but if I ever tried to talk to her I choked up, my sentences wouldn't come out right.. So I eventually decided masturbating about her with her sweaty volleyball shoes in my face was enough. So. My stomach was stuffed.Waking up in the morning, I decided to repent for the mounds of food I’d ate the day before. I pushed myself harder than I’d ever done before. I did the 3-mile run in just over 20 minutes.Bending over the culvert in the driveway, I was dry heaving for a few minutes. Walking up and down the driveway cooled me down and help recover from nearly blowing chunks. I then went and lifted weights for about a half hour. Mom hollered for me while I was getting cleaned up.“I’m going. And seeing her smile and getting a kiss was a much better start to our evening. Later I hoped to be kissing her senseless. After that my evening started to look up. We drank together and laughed, we chatted about life in general, about Mark, about sex but nothing specific. I didn’t even try and tell her, as I had many times before, how good I could make her feel. We connected throughout the evening, my hand on her knee or her leg stroking softly, her arm or her hand in mine, our eyes meeting.