For example, I could describe her favorite articles of clothing and most-used figures of speech in some detail, but couldn't begin to tell you her fav...orite singer, color, or movie. I could explain what she was working on and what she wanted to be ten and twenty years from now, but not her favorite book or poet. And it wasn't a problem with me. That realization made a decision I had been agonizing over much easier. You see, I couldn't figure out whether I wanted to pursue a relationship or a. Then there was Rodney(a.k.a Rod). Rod and me were friends since the second grade. I was always attracted to him. He was short and around 200 pounds. He had not hit puberty yet, witch was weird for a 14 year old, but I loved it. That meant he had almost no hair on his body. I love that in a man or women. He had no chest hair, leg hair, or armpit hair. He was almost a giant smooth baby. I knew though that he was not gay, or even bisexual for that matter. I tried to make a move on him in the past,. ''''Were out Jim said as he ushered me out quickly, ankle length fur coat and stiletto heels are all that is left for me to wear as we staggered out the door it was cold outside but the warm truck cured that real quick as it was nice an cozy inside, pulling outa the driveway of that filthy fucking bar we headed out of town into the darkness of night, warm and a bit woozy I stared out into the darkness where were you Jim I spat. ''I had a debt to pay Jim muttered,''''What tha fuck Jim I'm your. ” “Later,” she said and rubbed my crotch, staring at me intently. Instinctively, I pressed against her, feeling the soft firmness of her breasts. “Oh, that’s much better,” she moaned in my ear. I lowered her to the floor, trying not to bang her injured ankle against something. My hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up, feeling her firm bottom. She arched her back, and squeezed against me. “You can get hurt,” I said hoarsely, but continued doing what I needed to. “I am already.