I certainly wouldn't pass for that. My face was too young. I only dreamed of shaving, though my Dad told me it was better the longer I could put it off, considering he absolutely hated shaving every day.

Usually, I started the day with a good wank, but I was kind of pooped from last night's fun with the telescope. I awoke feeling really guilty for looking in on Alison while she did herself. I know there was no way she knew I was looking, but I felt dirty, kinda, I guess. Instead, I just woke up and had a bowl of Lucky Charms and watched TV, waiting for the day to materialize into something substantial.

It happened a lot quicker than I thought it would.

At 11, after watching a rerun of The Man Show, the doorbell rang. I figured it was Ryan or Brad, but when I opened the door, I was surprised.

"Hi," Kristy said.

"Oh, hey," I said. "What are you doing here?"

She didn't answer. She just came into my house and shut the door.

"You're home alone all day, right?"

"Yeah," I said. "My parents never come home during the day. Why? What's up Kristy, you're acting funny."

She playfully bit her lower lip and looked at me with her big blue eyes.

"Remember what we did the other day?"

"You mean, the uh, when you, uh," I spurted. ......(cont)