Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2007 07:17:03 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Understanding Sex-Part 3

The following contains several instances of exhibitionism and/or indecent
exposure by juveniles. "I had to go right THEN" and "Cut it out you guys,
somebody's going to SEE us" can probably be excused. "I hope nobody saw
that" may or may not be excusable. Depending mostly on whether anybody
actually DID see it, I suppose. But then "Dare me?" and doing it just to
say you HAD is probably NOT excusable.

And I should also mention that there's one instance of excitement. While
I'm almost positive he didn't want it to get excited, it still did, so
there you have it. So ANYway, if for any reason you feel you shouldn't be
reading this, then please don't.

Oh. And now that I think of it, maybe I should mention once again that
this is a work of fiction.


                      Understanding Sex-Part 3
                         More Naked People


Monday, June 6th.... We're now on I-24, somewhere in Kentucky rolling
north at a very sensible 60 mph. Although the last time I looked, we were
down to 57, but I know from experience that it doesn't matter if
everybody is passing us because everybody ELSE might have money to pay
for speeding tickets, we don't. Even if the speed limit is 65. Because it
doesn't matter WHAT the speed limit is; we get better gas mileage at 60
and just because everybody ELSE has money to burn that doesn't mean we
do. We're poor. Shit, we can't even afford to have our damn air
conditioning fixed. So since I'm almost hid by luggage here in the back
of our 71 Buick station wagon anyway, I'll not let all those cars
swooshing regally by like we're standing still bother me. Although it is
a bit more difficult not to be concerned about the trucks, especially
when they sometimes appear to be about six inches from our back bumper,
but my father has always driven this way and up until now we have
survived. I can only hope our luck continues to hold.

Since four this morning we've been on the road. It seemed like I'd only
dropped off last night before I was being woke up again. Then ZAP, all at
once it dawned on me that this was THE day, and I was wide awake. If we
don't get run over by a truck, we should be in Minneapolis by ten
tonight, their time. Then early tomorrow morning they leave for North
Dakota. And I'm FREE! Or at least relatively speaking, I am.

It is HOT! But at least my father said I could wear my gym shorts today
since nobody can see me. Well, the truck drivers can, but they don't seem
to mind too much, in fact I doubt if it makes any difference to them at
all. At least I hope it doesn't. I HOPE they're watching the road, not
trying to look up my gym shorts. Because I ain't got on any underwear.

I know. This DOES seem to be a recurring event, but really it's not. Just
as "today there were no plane crashes" isn't all that newsworthy, "today
I wore my underwear" isn't terribly unusual either, since I almost always
DO. But sometimes I just get these urges, that's all, and this morning
when I was in the shower I thought, "Shit! I forgot to put out any clean
underwear last night" and then a split-second later, you guessed it, my
pecker started rising.

But honest, by the time I REMEMEMBERED my undies, my suitcase was already
strapped atop the car and if my old man had to take everything back down
just because I forgot my underwear ...well, do you think I wanted the
whole damn neighborhood to know about it?

My superego sure ain't too happy with this though. I'm afraid my superego
is downright fucking neurotic, and it sure can come up with some strange
things to worry about, such as the possibility of a truck driver noticing
that I (GASP) don't even have on my frigging underwear (yes, this dirty
old man obviously has awfully good eyesight) and then just running right
over us, trying to get a better look. So I'll just primly close my legs
whenever a truck approaches. But then the only time there's REALLY any
breeze back here is when a truck passes us. WHOOSH!! It feels kinda good,
to tell you the truth. Nothing MAJOR though.

But I AM surrounded by luggage back here and that DOES include between me
and the folks up front. So they can't SEE what's going on back here.
Unless they peek over the barrier. I mean I CAN look over to see how fast
we're going... which now that I think of it, means Mandy COULD look over
to see what I'M doing... so maybe I shouldn't get TOO adventuresome.

But really now, you hardly deserve any credit for not doing something you
were never even tempted to do in the first place, right? Well of course
you don't. But if you WERE tempted, then wouldn't you say maybe you
deserve at least SOME credit for not doing it MOST of the time? And it's
not like I've caused anybody to wreck and if somebody DOES, isn't it
going to be his fault as much as mine?

So it seems I'm still having an arguement with my superego. Well, at
least I've got my jeans back here. And a shirt for that matter. Which I
have to slip into whenever we make a pit stop, so I mean, what's the
problem?

And furthermore, I do really not GIVE a fuck if my superego thinks my
lack of underwear is somehow queer or something. Not anymore, I don't.
Well, OK, I'm not planning on taking part in next year's Gay Pride
parade, but I just don't CARE, OK? And anyway, nobody at Putt'n'Putt ever
suggested Tallis Kito was queer and once he stripped NAKED right out on
the damn course. It was around four in the afternoon. I am not making
this up. Although it wasn't exactly broad daylight, since at the time it
was raining so hard that even if anyone driving by had happened to glance
over at the course, they still couldn't have been sure if they really saw
what they THOUGHT they saw, and I'm pretty sure everybody was just trying
to see the road in front of them anyway. But still...

Tallis is half-Indian. So I sure don't hold it against him, but a lot of
people in Minnesota do, in fact, up there half-breed is a derogatory
term.

But at any rate, two days before I was kicked off the course for the
summer, I was over there with Tallis, Matthew, Austin and Russell. (All
of us were JPPNAs. And JPPNA stands for Junior Putt'n'Putters of North
America, an organization whose stated purpose is to provide wholesome
competition for young people interested in competitive Putt'n'Putting,
ages ten through fourteen.) Martin, the night manager, was in the
clubhouse. He was an adult, at least chronologically speaking. No one
else was around, as a wicked looking black cloud was about to dump all
over us. So it wasn't as bad as it sounds, what Tallis did.

Came the deluge, Martin let four of us take refuge in the clubhouse, but
Tallis was excluded. Most emphatically. Martin insisted that he didn't
have a prejudiced bone in his body, but I always doubted that myself, I
mean if I was going to keep Tallis out, then I sure wouldn't let Russell
IN. Russell's a thief. Even if that was one of Martin's reasons for
keeping Tallis out, because he thought he'd ripped off the cash drawer. I
don't know if he did or not. But then another reason for keeping Tallis
out was that he liked to yell obscenities over the public address system.
So maybe that was a good reason then.

Tallis wasn't one to easily take offense, but he was VERY persistent and
he didn't WANT to leave, even if he was getting wet. (There was a roof
over the patio in front of the clubhouse, but that's ALL and the rain was
blowing in on him.)

"Hey, I'm about to drown out here!" he said.

"Well, maybe you should go somewhere else" said Martin without bothering
to look up from his J.R.R. Tolkien.

"Thanks. I think I'll do that" said Tallis and he started to climb over
the counter into the clubhouse.

Still not looking up from his book, Martin said calmly, "If you place any
value on your life, then you had best not climb over that counter."

"Well can I come in through the door?"

Martin finally looked up. "No!" he said explosively.

"Why not?"

"You know why not. Now you can go away or stay out there and get wet, it
doesn't matter to me, but you will NOT set foot in this clubhouse!"

"Oh come on, let him in" said me and Matthew. Or it could've been me and
Austin. I'm not exactly sure about that.

"If you must be with Tallis, then of course you can leave" said Martin.
Well, I really couldn't see how my getting wet would help Tallis any, so
I stayed put. As did the others.

"Shit, I could take a fucking shower out here" said Tallis, exaggerating
only slightly.

"Fine. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay out of this
clubhouse" said Martin who had returned to his Tolkien.

So he sat down and took off his shoes and socks. Then he removed his
shirt. He glanced up. Martin was still far far away in Tolkien land.
Tallis said to us other JPPNAs, "Dare me?" Martin was STILL paying no
attention.

"I bet you won't" said Russell.

As he apparently was getting out of his pants, Tallis asked, "Really? How
much?" He WAS getting out of his pants, but he was right next to the
counter, so you still couldn't tell for sure.

Russell peeked over the counter and giggled, "Two dollars."

"You're on, sucker" said Tallis as he placed his clothes atop the
counter. Pants included. Which meant he was naked because he never wore
white man's underwear. Not in the summer he didn't. And he also slept
naked. Which would explain why during the JPPNA playoffs he was the only
one who had a bed to himself both during the regionals and the nationals.
(All five of us were on the Minneapolis #5 all-star team. We were
NATIONAL runner-ups and the only reason we didn't win it all was because
the manager at Colorado Springs cheated.)

But back at the clubhouse, Martin STILL hadn't glanced up. And so without
any further ado, Tallis nonchalantly strolled out into the storm without
his clothes on, ambling across course number one and into the girl's
bathroom. Moments later he came out with a bar of soap, made sure he
still had our attention, then stepped under the broken rain spout at the
corner of the tool shed and began taking his shower.

Then Martin FINALLY glanced up and noticed the clothes piled atop the
counter. "Ah, should I ask who these belong to?"

"Guess" said Matthew.

Then brightly Russell added, "Kito decided to take a shower."

"I HOPE you are not saying what I THINK you are saying" said Martin with
both apprehension and resignation, because of COURSE Russell said what
Martin thought he said. What other explanation could there BE?

Martin looked over in Kito's direction, blanched and said, "I do not
BELIEVE this!", then he added, "Just ignore him."

"You have GOT to be KIDDING" I thought to myself.

Tallis was at that moment dancing around and possibly singing. With the
rain hammering down, you couldn't hear anything, you just saw his mouth
moving. Then shortly after, he stopped singing or cussing or whatever to
see if he still had everybody's attention. Which of course he did, so he
began walking slowly up towards the clubhouse. He didn't seem the least
bit concerned about the lightning and he didn't seem too concerned about
how he looked either. But I sure would've been. Concerned about how I
looked AND the lightning. Because like me, he was a late developer. He
was a little further along, but as it turned out, not a whole lot. His
balls were getting fairly big; at least in comparison to his penis they
were; and he'd started growing pubic hair. About ten of them I guess. But
beyond that, I could not help but notice that he... well, you know how
sometimes something like a cold shower can make you pop a stiffy? It's
not an all out erection, I think it's more like a small howl of protest,
so it doesn't get much bigger, it just sort of points out in front of
you. Now who would want to be walking around with a two-inch hard-on?
Well, it could've been three inches, I mean nobody MEASURED it, but not
even THAT seemed to bother him, not in the least.

He slowly sauntered up the rise to atop hole #18 and asked if anyone had
any shampoo he could borrow.

That was directly in front of the clubhouse, so Martin could reason with
him without having to use the p.a . system. Sternly he said, "Tallis, if
you don't get your clothes on right now, and I mean RIGHT THIS DAMN
INSTANT, your ass is gone for the rest of the summer, do you HEAR me?"

"Oh well" said Tallis, "If that's the way you want to be, then I guess
I'd better take one last look at the course" and he then proceeded to
run, jump, dive bomb, roll, slide and cartwheel over all of course one;
all eighteen holes in order, and this in spite of the fact that before he
finished the front nine his small howl of protest had turned into an
all-out war whoop. It was damn near straight up. And it got bigger, too.

You know what I think? I think Tallis told himself he was going to make
that grand farewell tour, no matter WHAT, and he DID, even after he
popped one. He HAD to be aware of it. But I don't know, I guess he was
pretty much out on a limb anyway. So once it happened, about all he could
do was just carry on. Well, think about it. Acting embarrassed, clutching
his hands in front his you-know-what, almost ANY other course of action
would only have brought ridicule, so the hell with it, right? Although he
did keep his back turned while rinsing himself off after all that. And
undoubtedly he was trying to wish it back down. But that almost never
works. No, it THRIVES on attention. So IGNORE it then. Yeah, right. Just
TRY ignoring it. It's impossible. So finally he just shrugged and walked
back on up to the counter to retrieve his clothes. He looked... SLIGHTLY
embarrassed, I guess, and... defiant. Like he was just daring anybody to
say something. And no one did. Not even Martin. At least not at that
moment.

Well, I was the one who first broke the silence. Right after Tallis had
jerked his clothes on and headed off for the Hungry Heifer Restaurant
next door I said, "It was punish-" (then the giggles started) "-ING...
him. It.. was...PUN-" and then it got serious. It happens sometimes. It
might not even be all that funny, but sometimes I start laughing and I
just can't STOP. My old man has done that to me a few times. I mean he's
not ALWAYS a s.o.b., sometimes he's not like that at all. But it can get
serious, you know? When you can't even catch your breath, that's serious.
You're laughing so hard it HURTS. And everybody else was laughing, even
if pretty soon it was mostly at me, but that just made it WORSE. I almost
wet my pants, I was laughing so hard. I guess I WOULD'VE if Martin hadn't
noticed me clutching at myself.

So he managed (I mean EVERYbody was laughing), "Somebody better get him
out the door before he wets the floor in here" then somebody sort of
hustled me out. Once outside I just YANKED my pants and undies down to my
knees and let 'er rip, right out on the patio.

"This is NOT a goddamn NUDIST resort!" said Martin.

"Yeah, well, I had to go" said I. By that time the giggles were easing
off a bit. Thankfully. Realizing that I was standing right out in plain
sight of anybody who might happen to looking out the service door of the
Hungry Heifer did seem to have a sobering effect on me, as I quickly
jerked everything back up. But I HAD to go. Right THEN!

But about Putt'n'Putt. You can really get hooked on it. I know I sure
did. I don't know, it just seemed to come natural. Ray Kohle (the daytime
maintenance "man" and JPPNA league director) said I had a beautiful
stroke. And he's right. I do. I COULD give an account of every match and
tournament I played in; stroke-by-stroke; but I realize that I probably
shouldn't. Although I would like to mention how in the Region Four
playoffs I picked up 28 1/2 points out of a possible 30. And in the
Nationals I got 27.

Oh darn. NOW I'll have to explain how a JPPNA match works I guess. Well,
actually it's pretty simple. (And I hope painless as well. I really do.)
It's match play. You get a point if you win the front nine, a point for
the back, a point for total. A tie gets you half a point. Each match
consists of two eighteen hole rounds. Every player on the team has to
play at least eighteen holes per match. There are ten players on a team.
So the coach picks eight players to play the first eighteen, then he has
to make two substitutions. And I was never substituted for.

As for our team; well, we weren't even challenged until we got to the
finals. We DEFINITELY weren't in the Regionals.

We were fairly well-behaved too, at least in comparison to 86. Of course
I wasn't on the team in 86 but from what I've heard, it's a miracle some
of them didn't get arrested. In 87 we really didn't do all that much.
Although it's true that Josh and Tallis mooned several people on the
highway to break the boredom of the trip to Fargo. And it's true that
R.L. couldn't get the team to practice very much before the playoffs
started. I practiced, as did Adam Kemme and Austin, but overall, our team
had a very short attention span. Our other all-stars practiced about
thirty minutes, then sat on the fence and watched all the other teams
practice. And they also talked trash to the other teams and to the mommas
and poppas with children on other teams and to the coaches of the other
teams. So there were some near altercations.

But naturally running your mouth out in the hot sun tires you out pretty
quick, so it wasn't too long until most of our team wanted to head on
back to the motel for a swim.

"No way, you get out here and practice" said R.L. authoritatively. (He
was our head coach.)

"You ain't our daddy" said most of the all-stars and they were soon
discovered to be missing. They were finally located in a game room at a
nearby mall.

Me, Adam and Austin did practice long and diligently and were also
disgustingly well-behaved, even though I was getting pretty tired of it
before the day was over. (If it hadn't been my first year, I would not
have BEEN so dedicated.)

Adam was almost as pissed at the all-stars who wouldn't practice as R.L.
was, and he wasn't even on our team last summer. He was in the juniors
competition, which was for ages thirteen through fifteen. Only everybody
in the juniors competition was in fact fifteen since the home office said
if you were on the all-star team you couldn't PLAY in the juniors. (And
if Adam had only been a year younger, there is no WAY we would have lost.
He was good. I mean he won the juniors easy.)

But at any rate, the next morning the rest of the team buckled down about
an hour before the matches started. So since two of us all-stars already
knew the shots (and R.L. and Adam surely knew everything there was to
know about that course) and since the parable about the grasshoppers who
were lazy and wouldn't do anything except what they felt like doing and
the squirrels who worked hard and stored up nuts for the winter wasn't
applicable to our team because the all-stars who'd sweated and practiced
and practiced still wanted to go the nationals and because most of our
team had been playing for at least four years, it wasn't long until
everybody had the course down and there was much weeping and wailing and
gnashing of teeth. Amongst the opposition, I mean. And I guess the
management of the Fargo Putt'n'Putt.

Now it is true that we were asked to leave a Pizza Hut. The first two
nights we were at a Holiday Inn and then we were asked to leave there as
well, but finally R.L. managed to talk the manager into letting us stay
the rest of that night. I mean there wasn't very much left of the night
anyway. The big problem seemed to be the tag-team wrestling. And another
problem was Russell being locked out in the hall in his underwear. So
Russell kept banging on the door and hollering. Like this was around 3
A.M. So finally John and Steve Smith opened the door, but only because
they wanted to kill him. So Russell quickly turned and fled down the hall
and into the elevator. And headed down. I'm serious. So. The elevator
stopped on the second floor, the door opened and everybody was horrified.
The ladies were and I'm sure Russell was. So he then fled out into the
foreign hallway and even MORE people were horrified. Some convention
group that stayed up fairly late was just straggling in. ANYway, he saw a
door marked "Emergency Exit Only, Alarm Will Sound". And it DID. And so
shortly after all that the night manager, two security guards and
Russell, by then girded with a towel, confronted R.L. Like it was really
all his fault.

And they were also upset about the water balloons.

So we spent the next night at Eunice's Cadillac Court. Which I really
didn't think was THAT bad, and it sure beat sleeping in a car, but some
of our all-stars were acting like Eunice's was an affront to their upper
middle class and beyond sensibilities. Big RATS were running around in
their room. But I didn't see any. I saw two mice but no rats. And the
sheets were clean, we had plenty of towels and a TV. I WAS a little put
out to discover we didn't have cable but if you think about it, we
weren't there to watch HBO, we were there to win the regionals. And
besides, there was a dish sitting out front. Even if at first I figured
Eunice just had it for her own use because when I switched it off local
we just got snow. No ESPN, no HBO, no MTV, no Playboy Channel, just snow.

But at least there was a pool out back behind the office. Oh but picky,
picky, some of the JPPNAs said stuff was GROWING in the pool. Well SO
WHAT? Hadn't any of them ever jumped in a lake before?

At any rate, word of the problems at Holiday Inn and elsewhere had
reached Lars the general manager back in Minneapolis, so he sent James
Mulrody up to take over as chaperon. Along with the warning that any MORE
trouble would be IT and we would ALL find ourselves headed back home. So
with that possibility in mind, James and our coaches, ( R.L. and Randall
Herring), decided to take the team to a movie. But John, the two Steves
and Josh begged out, saying they just wanted to watch TV and unwind. No
one else wanted to stay at the motel and watch TV because nobody else
knew what was going to be on.

It was around 10:45 when the rest of us returned and discovered what we
COULD'VE been watching. Probably the raunchiest XXX movie channel in
existence, that's what we COULD'VE been watching, only for awhile it
looked like the bombardment of pornography from outer space was over and
done with because James was threatening to take his BELT to anybody who
even THOUGHT about turning that trash back on. James Mulrody is very
wholesome and quite literally took his status as chaperon to mean that he
was there to maintain order and propriety. Which is how it's defined in
the dictionary I guess, but it's also disgusting. That's what I think.
And of course the other all-stars felt the same way about it. And if
James even came CLOSE to hitting any of them with that belt, they would
see his ass in court.

"Yeah, and just who appointed you our moral guardian?" wondered Matthew.
Mind you, up until then he had been pretty well-behaved. He sure wasn't
what you would call a dedicated practice player, but aside from that, no
problems.

Well, James said he'd call Lars right then and we'd find OUT who'd
appointed him our moral guardian.

To which several all-stars replied, "Well, cool! We quit." Matthew
included.

Me, I wasn't saying a thing and I discreetly elbowed Matthew in the side
pretty hard and gave him a look which was supposed to say, "Will you
HUSH? If you just keep QUIET, they won't even CHECK our room. Because
after all, we've been GOOD." Well, apparently he translated my look OK
because he did shut up. (Our room consisted of me, Matthew, Adam and
Austin.) And while I didn't know how Adam and Austin were going to react
to XXX movies in our room, I really didn't care one way or the other.

But as it turned out, it wasn't long before R.L. shot down James anyway
when he said anyone wanting to watch "Frieda Does Most Of Western Europe"
or whatever it was could catch it in his room. It's kind of complicated,
but I think James was intimidatated by R.L. Because R.L. was a very good
professional putter. REALLY good. Well, I said it was complicated didn't
I? Although James DID say that he wasn't going to have it in HIS room.
And Randall said he really couldn't care less, because HE was going to
sleep.

Which is why both James and Randall had rooms to themselves that night,
even though around one R.L. got tired of it and switched to a war movie.

As for Adam and Austin; well, they didn't mind in the least. As a matter
of fact Adam was in our room with Frieda and her male friend of the
moment in full cry even before R.L. said he was going to watch it in his
room. He was like gah gah. And he usually was VERY well-behaved and
businesslike. But this was DIFFERENT.

At first I thought it was pretty interesting, but then that was the first
XXX movie I'd ever been privileged to watch. Only after about an hour I
got bored. I think I like R movies better. Some R movies anyway, because
there's a plot and also an element of suspense since you don't really
know if you're going to see anything or not, so if you do and if the plot
was decent enough that you cared what happened to the people in it, then
it can be a fairly wonderful experience when you get to see something,
you know? It's kind of like looking up Heidi's skirt. Or at least it's
the same principle.

And I guess Austin pretty much was of the same opinion, because it wasn't
long until he said he was going to see what the others were doing, then
he came back and said some of them were going swimming, so he guessed he
would too. But he was just twelve and a very small twelve at that.

But Adam wasn't ABOUT to leave. ADAM KEMME, who always acted SO
emotionally mature and businesslike, (even if his mother thought he was
emotionally IMMATURE), was STILL watching when I dropped off around
three.

Well, I've just now thought it over, and I've decided there will be more
about Adam; like some much-needed character development for instance,
later on. Matthew's character will be considerably more developed before
this day is finished as well, but first I'll tell you what else happened
that night.

Like when Austin said he was going swimming, Matthew goes, "In that
scummy thing? Man, I wouldn't stick my big toe in there." Which I found
sort of curious seeing as how only a few weeks before he had jumped butt
naked into the Whispering Pines Perpetual Care Memorial Garden duck pond,
so I reminded him of that. Well, finally we decided we could at least
check it out and if no one in the water had suffered any adverse effects,
we'd get into our trunks and take a dip ourselves. Me, Matthew and
Austin. Adam, no.

The pool was supposedly closed, but then so was the office. We discovered
John, Russell and the two Steves splashing about and apparently having a
pretty good time. So upon closer inspection, we decided the pool didn't
really look THAT bad and we didn't even need to go back for our trunks as
the ones already in were swimming in their underwear. Although to be
honest, I was a bit dubious at first. Honest.

But I don't know, I guess Frieda just unhinged EVERYbody. I mean it was
AUSTIN; who was always acting like he was afraid of his own shadow and
always yes siring and no siring even Ray Kohle (who wasn't even 18 yet);
who first decided he would go in his underwear too. So Matthew decided he
would too just to say he had, and so finally I guessed I might as well
try it myself.

So everything was going pretty good, but THEN Tallis and Josh showed up.
And naturally they thought swimming without traditional swimwear was a
good idea too, only Tallis didn't HAVE any underwear and Josh had his
pulled down in back for about a third of our trip to Fargo. And you
guessed it, they jumped in bare ass NAKED and sure enough, that started a
chain reaction as John, Matthew and the two Steves decided to go naked
too. Just to say they had. And even though I trembled, I'd already
decided oh what the hell I'd do it TOO, but just before I took that
momentous step, I was stayed by the commotion that started about the time
Russell and Austin decided things were getting out of hand and THEY were
getting OUT of there.

Well, Russell lost HIS shorts before he was halfway out of the water, but
Austin did manage to escape the pool and just about had his pants back on
when John, Tallis, Josh and one of the Steves caught him, stripped his
little ass naked and threw him back into the pool and his clothes out
into the PARKING LOT. I felt sorry for him. Oh, he put up a struggle; he
DID; and he was begging them in quiet desperation; "Come on you guys, cut
it out, OK? Somebody's going to see us! Cut it out, OK? Come on guys,
will you please cut it OUT"? But of course it didn't do him a bit of
good.

So I decided I would attempt an escape myself. At least I would ACT like
I was. I KNEW I wouldn't get very far, but the thing was I didn't want
Austin to feel too bad, that's all, so I put up a very convincing fight
and do you know what? Austin HELPED them. So I guess he felt a little
better about everything. The next day he said it was FUN. Well, maybe,
but then we really didn't stay in that long. But even so, I was very
relieved when we all got dressed and went back to our rooms. It's FUN if
you don't get caught.

But I'm sort of surprised I didn't pop a woody while all that was going
on. Especially while I was putting up my convincing fight. Talk about
incidental body contact, well I just want to tell you, there was a LOT.
But at this point there's not much need to get real discriptive about it
all, mostly because I was almost scared shitless. You know, thinking
about the possibility of us getting caught and all. That sort of put a
damper on things.


Well, it's about eleven, it's hot and sticky, we're in Illinois now and
I've decided to get back down to my gym shorts again. I'm trying not to
flash anybody though. And we all feel better about that.

So our all-star team wasn't responsible for much damage while we were in
Colorado Springs for the finals and we weren't asked to leave any eating
establishments. Why was this? Why? Because Lars, the general manager
decided to make the trip with us, that's why. I'm not saying NOTHING
happened, but I suppose I can get to that in my next installment, because
after much internal dialogue I have finally decided to come totally
clean. I WANT to make it with a boy this summer. REALLY make it. And I
know who I hope it's with. Matthew. Shit, if he wants to take part in a
Gay Pride parade, I'll go with him. Hand in hand. So I guess I'll
properly introduce him and all that. And I would imagine that I'll be a
lot more discriptive while I'm at it.

Or at least I will if I'm over my lightheadedness by then.



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