Ednesday, April 6, 2005I was outside my sisters' bedroom door at 6am, when a bleary-eyed Donna came out. She'd be firing on all cylinders in a few mor...e seconds. We headed outside.Once we were on the sidewalk, I said, "First point of business. No pretty girls have hugged me today, and I need one to before I can run properly." And I gave her a quick hug. I could see she really wasn't in the mood, but that was okay, they're there for when she is.She said, "You're just trying to make me go easy on. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and it was obvious to me that the previous scene and everything that surrounded us had turned her on. I could almost smell her irresistible scent and couldn’t wait to taste her sweetness; I was conditioned to concentrate on her, but I reminded myself that tonight I could have so much more.My choice of fun for the night in the shape of that mysterious, very handsome man whispered something into Larissa’s ear then playfully bit her earlobe. Larissa froze with. This was really turning me the fuck on! What I was doing her now, what Ted was making me do, was so very exciting, in large part because I had never done it so blatantly before. I was so turned on I was shaking. So of course I missed again.This time Ted took my pool cue out of my sweaty hands. He turned me to face my husband and the two strange men that had come over to enjoy the show. Then he ordered me to unbutton the next button.With shaking hands I stood in front of the four men, two of. Well, love seems to be a mysterious thing: it caresses you and makes you happy; it hurts you and makes you wish to die. And for all those crestfallen people who lost faith in love, it is only an illusion we create for the moment to convince ourselves that we are not alone, although we were born alone, we live alone and we die alone. And this is where my story begins:My name is Theodor, but everybody just calls me Ted (and my friends even Teddy), I’m sixt**n years old, 5’7” tall, not very.