Growing was incredibly nondescript. I did a lot of the same things I imagine most teenage boys did in the early ages in a big city – smoking pot, drinking when I could get my hands on alcohol, and just trying to get action wherever and whenever I could.
I was still carrying on my s****l relationship with Mrs. George, one of the Geography Teachers at my school, during the school year, and I have to admit that she was the best f**k I had had to that point. By the time I was seventeen and finishing eleventh grade, I had slept with around twenty or so different girls and women. I never really thought about why at the time, but thinking back, I eventually understood that women talk, and the blessing in my pants was something a few experienced young women were after. None of them compared to my
