Worse was that by any measure, I was far more successful than he was at school. In that first life he could argue to be smarter, even if I was more so...cially successful. Now he was under a stricter discipline (I didn’t get hit anymore) and I was getting privileges (cars) long before he would.It was becoming noticeable to others as well. On my first trip through, Hamilton had been in the Towsontown Junior Science Fair when I was a junior at Towson High. He hadn’t won, but neither had I, and he. ..and step on him. I remember the confusion that washed over my face as I stared back at the message.Step on him? Me?I would kill him. I was 250+ pounds at the time, still wearing tracksuits on purpose, still trying to find myself, still talking to horny little internet boys my age trying to meet up and fuck, running around AFF like a moron and hooking up for WACK sex....And some random dude wanted me to STEP on him.Was this a thing?Oh I was definitely a sweet summer c***d who knew nothing. I breathe in his cologne, it's sort of musky and I love it. His smell is intoxicating and I'm feeling as if I'm slightly drunk because my head is buzzing. His tongue slides into my mouth and he teases, tastes and plays with my tongue. The kiss is sensual, deep, exquisite...I instinctively wrap my hands around his waist, and, holding him in place, I begin to grind my body against him, that familiar hot sensation between my legs, beginning to increase. His mouth moves down my neck, licking,. A boy of about 12-years-old approached the car and stuck his dirty face inside the window. ‘D’ya want a newspaper, Mister?’ He asked Michael. ‘No,’ said Michael leaning back in his seat. ‘Yeah,’ said Ralphie. The kid handed Michael the newspaper and he put it on the seat between him and Ralphie. Ralphie put his champagne glass down, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a neatly folded stack of newly minted one hundred dollar bills. He peeled one off and leaning over Michael, handed it to the.