I didn't answer that one; it must have been totally bloody obvious! Not even a moron in a hurry could have mistaken my intentions. Still, crashed and ...burned, again!There I was, sixteen years old and pure as the driven snow. Everyone else had steady girlfriends and seemed to be at it like demented rabbits. Not me. All alone with a dog-eared Penthouse and a box of Kleenex as my only consolation. Something needed to be done! I mean, it wasn't as if I was that bad looking. Some of my pals were. The lights went out flickered, came back on for nearly two minutes than with the sound of a steady hum and a loud blast from nearby, the lights went out for good. It was totally black, so black you could not even see your hand inches from your face. With an occasional flash of lighting I could make out where things were. I sat on the bed watching the flashes that crossed the window, I finally got the nerve to take a peak out of the curtains and could see that all the lights on campus and the. They hardly ever communicated via phone, email, or whatever, but once one cousin visited the other, it was like they were the best of friends all along. The cousins were almost exactly the same age--they were born only 3 weeks apart and were both now 17.Physically, they both looked about the same. They were both about 5'11", 140 pounds of lean body, and each had brown hair. They were to die for when they took their shirts off.So, it was late on Chris' third night (actually, early in his. It was Joanne wondering if he'd be done soon. Pierre told her that it was taking much longer than he had thought, and that he most likely wouldn't be done until 11pm. Joanne then said she'd call him right back. His phone rang again 5 minutes later. It was Joanne again. She had spoken to Maria, and she said it was okay for him to crash there for the night. He wouldn't be bothering anyone, as she wouldn't be home until morning anyway."Honey, I just didn't want you driving back after a rough day..