I dont give a fuck. He shoved me down so hard that I cracked my head off of the tombstone. I blinked repeatedly, afraid of blacking out. I felt someth...ing heavy being thrown onto my chest. It forced all of the air from my lungs in one painful breath. I regained my sight and realized it was Dustin. John his stripped his shirt off him. I looked into his blue eyes and wished that his face wasnt so close to mine. I didnt want to see the same look of helplessness from my face on his. It made me feel. Reynolds, I’m going to change my major. I’ll still play football for as long as I can, to keep that scholarship going. But when that fails, I’ll have gotten some real education. Not these basket weaving courses I’ve been taking. I like the cooking part. Particularly what Ms. Suzy has been teaching me. So, I’ll aim that way. But I’d also like to look at some business management courses too. I think that an established degree isn’t what I’m after. I’ll take the classes that I want, not the ones. There were a few cars around and I always find it a little odd because some people are there just surfing, some people are tourists and obviously have no idea it is a nude/swingers hang out and there are other people that might be there for a hookup. Kip and I got our stuff and got down to the beach, we didn’t see anyone that stood out or was checking us out. We started walking down the beach, shirtless but wearing shorts over our speedos. As usual, there wasn’t another soul on the beach.I. "Honey, you know that my chances of seeing them in all their glory, the way I've seen yours, are less than zero. Besides, I'm sure I wouldn't like them anyway. No doubt her aesthetics aren't anywhere equal to yours."She was quiet for a long time. I was beginning to wonder whether she was dozing off or pissed off when she raised a hand and pointed. "Pull over in that rest stop."I hit the turn signal. "Time to go pee?" No."That's what I was afraid of. Because of the huge fifth-wheel camper I was.