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My name is Michihiro David Yoshizumi. My mother gave me my first name and my father gave me my middle name. I don't enjoy going by my middle name, but it makes people feel more comfortable. Most people I know can't say my full name. I don't think it's that difficult to say.

My dad's last name was Smith. He and my mother got a divorce when I was six. My mother, Shoko, changed both of our names back to Yoshizumi. We moved across the United States, far away from my dad.

I don't see him much and I don't really mind. I mean, I'm seventeen and he has a new family. Two daughters and a wife. My mom never remarried, but invested a lot of her time in her business. It's a karaoke bar.

It's really nice. She has no clue what any of the songs she plays are, but all the teenagers think that it's "retro." I don't get why they feel it's so retro, they're pretty popular in Japan. I work there all the time. You rent out an empty booth and let them just go at it.

I look Japanese, but I don't look Japanese. It's funny, really. I can totally pass as Japanese, but I am white too. It's just a mix I guess. I'm not very tall, probably because neither of my parents are taller than 5'5. I have black hair, it's kind of wavy, and I have brown eyes. My hair is long, well not long-long, just a bit below my ears.

I was working. It was a Saturday night and I was working, but it's not like I have anything else to do. My mother was playing hostess. She was so Asian. Her English was terrible, and I often times had to remind her to actually speak it.

"You karaoke?" My mother asked a group of kids from a school I didn't go to. They were probably on the football team, they were wearing lettermen jackets. They were with a couple of girls too. I sighed. Their type always left the booths so messy.

"Uh, yeah…" Said the biggest guy in the whole group. I blushed. He was really cute. My mother ushered him towards the register.

"How many in your group?" I asked, smiling foolishly. He turned and counted the number of kids in the group. I saw there were three girls, and four guys, including the cute one.

"Seven." He said with a smile. I smiled back even more.

"How long do you guys plan on singing? You can purchase extra time if you're having too much fun." Ugggh, how rehearsed was that? "And please feel free to order refreshments."

"Uh, well…" He turned towards the group again. I heard an hour, I heard thirty minutes. They decided on an hour and a half. I took the money and showed them to room 5. I sighed as I returned to the front.

"They have karaoke party!" My mother exclaimed. I laughed and she smiled. She started talking to me in Japanese. I reminded her she had to work on her English and she laughed again. She ushered in another group and I noticed the big guy was making his way to my register.

He was so tall. He had dark blond hair, it was a really nice color. I wish I could describe it as something more than "dark blond." He had blue-green eyes and a dazzling smile. He lumbered over and gave me a smile.

"What did you say about refreshments?" He asked. I felt tongue-tied. Talk. I had to remind myself to talk!

"Oh, well…we have soda, water, candy, potato chips, umm…ice cream, and yeah, that's about it." I said. I felt really embarrassed. I didn't even know why.

"I'll take a cola and two bags of chips." I went to get his stuff. I could feel him looking at me. "By the way, my name is Clay." I set his stuff on the counter.

"Nice to meet you Clay. My name is...David." He pulled out his wallet. "It's on me." I said.

"Thanks." He said with a smile. I smiled back.

When he left with his friends I felt depressed. I was actually sad that he left. When we closed up my mom started talking to me about Clay. I had no idea she could tell I liked him. She was talking about him all the way home.

Sunday is always a super boring day. Nobody comes in really. Like, the most people we get are like ten. It was around noon when I noticed Clay came in. I wanted to hide, but I was so happy to see him again.

I don't know why he came back. I don't think he forgot anything…did he want to see me? I doubted it.

"Hey David." My mom was smiling at me and went into her office. She is so embarrassing. He was way taller than me. He must've been a least 6'5. He wasn't wearing his letterman jacket today. I think he went to St. Mark's. His and his friend's jackets were red and white, which were colors of St. Mark's.

"Hi Clay. How are you doing today?"

"I'm fine." He said. He smiled at me. He was so cute. "I was wondering what time you get off from work." I felt surprise cover my face.

"I…I can leave right now." Desperate! Ugggh, I hope that didn't make me seem like I had wanted to do something with him. But then again, I want him to know I was interested. I left from behind the counter. I went towards my mom's office. She said I could leave, but to be home in time for dinner.

I was leaving when my mom ran out of her office. I was afraid she'd say something and felt guilty for feeling embarrassed of my mother. She was shorter than I was. She was 5'1 and very slender. Her hair was very long and blacker than mine. She wore it in a bun most of the time.

"Michihiro! Michihiro!" I froze, standing next to Clay. "Here." She handed me some money. She called me Michihiro.

"Thanks kachan." I was blushing. "See you later." Clay had a puzzled look on his face. I guess because I had told him my name was David. But, my name is David…

"Meechehero." He said. We were walking towards his truck.

"You…you can call me Michi or Hiro…or just stick with David." He was looking at me. "My middle name is David and I just figured it would have been easier for you to use instead of Michihiro." He laughed.

"I prefer your real name, Michi." He smiled. "It's cute." I smiled. I wish I had worn nicer clothes. I was wearing a ripped up pair of jeans and a baggy sweater.

He pulled into the parking lot of a fast food place. We were sitting in his truck for a bit. I realized I really didn't know him all that much and I just left with him. I didn't think I'd ever do something like this. He was cute, but I can't like him just for that.

"My name is Michihiro David Yoshizumi." He smiled. "Uh, I'm in twelfth grade at Harrison high and I'm seventeen."

"I'm Clay Nathan Moss. I'm also in twelfth grade and I'm eighteen." He looked at me. "And I go to St. Mark's."

"Hey Michi, you wanna go out with me and my friends?" I had answered my cell phone. It was late, well, I thought it was late. It was after ten. Clay sounded wide awake.

"Yeah, sure…when?" I sat up. I went over to my calendar. It was empty, except for the days I have to work. I was glad to be doing something with a nice guy. I was kind of glad Clay didn't go to my school.

I just don't feel safe in who I am. I don't hate that I'm gay, but it is tuff. I don't feel safe in going out with another guy, but I don't care. It's my life and if I want to date another guy it shouldn't really matter to anyone but me and him.

"You free Friday?" Work. I had to work on Friday, but my mom wouldn't make me work if I really wanted to go out. She told me I didn't have a social life. I laughed, but it was true. My culture shocked mother knew I didn't have a social life.

"Yeah, I'm free." I said. I wrote in on my calendar that I had plans on Friday. It was Wednesday. "What are we doing?"

"A party, so look cute. Bye."

"Bye…" I felt my face with my hands. It was hot. He was attracted to me and it made me feel weird. Why would somebody like me? I laughed. He told me to look cute.

Clay met me at my mom's shop on Friday. I was wearing a pair of jeans, Converse sneakers, and a fitted flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was yellow and blue. Clay had on a baseball cap, light blue jeans, and a red t-shirt. He was also wearing his letterman jacket. Something about that jacket was so hot.

"Hi Clay." I said. He smiled at ME. My mom handed me some money and told me to be safe. I told her I would be and left. Clay was mouthing something over and over, like he was practicing saying something.

When we were in his truck, he turned towards me and said "Kun bon wah." I laughed and he smiled. "Not right, huh? I was practicing that all day."

"Konbanwa. I think you did all right." He laughed. "That's so cool, that you can speak a different language."

"Yeah, I guess." He had been driving for a while, but then he pulled up in front of a really nice house. A party was in full-swing. It was a bit before nine and we got out of his truck and went into the house.

I saw the three other guys and the three girls from the night I met Clay. I met an Emma, Mike, Sara, Peter, Julie, and Charles. They were all taller than I was, even the girls.

They were all so…gorgeous. It was like a movie and I was a part of it. They were all drinking. I wasn't. I guess I'm the annoying one who doesn't like breaking the rules.

"My girlfriend knows…what? What do you know Jules? Oh yeah. She knows how to count in Spanish." What started this conversation? Oh yeah. Mike, Peter, and Charles were debating whose girlfriend had the total package. Brains and looks and all that stuff.

"My boyfriend knows Japanese!" I choked a bit on my water. When did we enter this contest? When did I become his boyfriend? They all looked at me. It was awful.

"Uh, Watashi wa pati de koko ni iru yo. Sore wa tanoshimida to watashi wa dare mo ga atarashii aete ureshiidesu." They all laughed. One of them asked what I said. "I am here at a party. It is fun and I am glad to meet everyone new."

They laughed again and I blushed. I was so embarrased. At least Clay won the contest.

He does a lot of calling me late at night. I sat up and went over to my phone. It was so late, after midnight this time. I put the phone up to my ear.

"Hey, did I wake you?" He said. Uh, yeah? It's after midnight. But who am I kidding? I didn't care. I loved when he called. I loved when he asked me out on dates. I loved that he was thinking about me.

I had never had a girlfriend. I had never had a boyfriend, either. I enjoyed being close to another person. I enjoyed being close to Clay. He was sweet, and cute, a bit sarcastic, and funny. He was nice to me and loved to hang out a lot.

"No, no. I was awake." I lied, fighting back yawns. At least it was Thursday. Fridays always felt like blow off days senior year. "What's up?" I asked.

"You wanna go bowling tomorrow?" Ha! He couldn't have asked me to do something more difficult. I can't even hit a single pin. Of course I agreed to go, but I felt like I was just going to embarrass myself. We had gone to that party, a movie, mini golf, and I had been to almost all of his football games. It was so weird having a boyfriend, but I liked it.

"You know, I am really bad at bowling." I could hear him laugh lightly on he other end of the line. "It's true…sports have never really been my thing."

"Bowling is not a sport." He said. "It's like a recreational activity. If it doesn't involve running, it's not a sport." I laughed because that was just so Clay. It was nice getting to know another person's thoughts and ideals.

However, he is sometimes a bit depressing. He worries about college a lot. He worries about his grades. He tells me about how his sister is so successful and he doesn't want to be the bad child. He also worries about disappointing his dad. He told me it was really hard for him to accept that he was gay.

"I think it is." I said. He laughed again. He had such a nice laugh. It was low and heavy. Whenever I heard it, I felt warm. He was usually always smiling and radiating confidence.

Confidence is something I didn't have. I felt insecure and childlike. I was short and thin and I could find everything wrong with me. But, sometimes a person just has to let that sort of thing go, or life would become unbearable.

"I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Yeah, seven is good." I said. It would be date number six, if you didn't count football games.

We tried to see each other as often as possible because we go to different schools, and we talk on the phone a lot. I think he really likes me and that's good because I really like him.

"Bye. See you tomorrow." He said.

"Bye." I said. I tried to get to sleep, but I was too excited. I had to make sure I wore something "cute." He didn't say if his friends would be there. I kinda hoped they wouldn't be.

"Hey, Cracker Jap." Get it? Because I'm white and Japanese. I think it's supposed to be like that popcorn snack, Cracker Jack. The guy who says that to me is white too, so I guess it's just more of an insult to my Japanese heritage.

He gives me strife about Pearl Harbor too. I just ignored him today, just like any other day, and went towards my locker.

I guess because it was Friday he wanted to bother me even more. It's funny that he likes to mess with me so much. I mean, he's not much bigger than me and I may not have friends, but people actually hate him.

I could see why. He was a jerk, but I wasn't about to fight him. How could I? Natural ability? I always saw fighting as something you learned.

"Stop it." I said firmly. He kept closing my locker after I'd open it. He acted like a damn sixth grader. I really didn't like him. For a second I thought about threatening him with Clay, but that was stupid. Clay didn't even know Sam Hummel.

"Or what?" He smiled at me and I felt my face go hot. "You're gonna beat me up?" I opened my locker again and he slammed it closed on my hand.

My right hand, which was the hand I wrote with…and bowled with. It hurt so badly. I couldn't move the fingers and I felt my eyes well up with tears.

He gave an uneasy smile. Like he felt he won, but not the way he had wanted. He was that type of bully. The one that doesn't fight with fist, but with insults, racial slurs, and verbal abuse.

He walked off after that and I tried to get all my stuff together with one hand.

I tried to ignore how bad my hand was still hurting when I met Clay. We greeted each other and went to Lane Heaven. It was small and relatively empty. I liked it, nobody would see my non existent bowling skills.

Clay had large hands. The fingers were thick and meaty and the bowling ball he chose was well over fifteen pounds.

Mine was a bit below eight and my fingers were in serious pain. The one thing that kept me from dying of agony was the fact that it was just me and Clay.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I must have been grimacing. I walked over to him and sat next to him. "What's the matter?"

"I think my hand is broken…or sprained. Is that even possible?" I felt my words trail off. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"From bowling? The bowling ball?" I felt myself smile.

"No, it happened at school. My hand got slammed in my locker and I should have been paying more attention." I sighed. "And I should have known with how stupid Sam was and that this was inevitable." I held up my hand.

"Hmmm, Sam what?" He asked.

"Oh, Sam Hummel. He is such a jerk…" I hadn't noticed I was complaining about Sam Hummel. "He calls me Cracker Jap all the time. He's so racist." I liked telling Clay this. It's not like I could tell my mom.

Sam Hummel hasn't bothered me in weeks. I don't know why, but I guess he felt bad about my hand. I don't think he wanted to hurt me, well, not physically anyway.

Sam gave me a look, but walked pass me without a word. It was a Friday. Clay had a game and I was gonna go and watch him play.

It's October and we met in late August. Things were great for the first few weeks, but recently he's had to practice extra and work out more.

I can totally handle it though. Football makes him happy and he needs good things in his life.

Plus, as superficial as this sounds, he keeps getting sexier and sexier. He's put on a lot of muscle and a bit of weight, but I don't mind. I like it.

Out of his group of friends he's the largest. He's a lineman and I guess the bigger he gets the better. It might be wrong of me to want his season to hurry up and be over, but I'm tired of not seeing him.

I wore a sweater and cargo pants. I was also wearing my favorite pair of Converse sneakers. I was really close to the field.

Number 55. I had to find number 55. I could see him immediately. I smiled. He was looking in the stands, more towards the top, but then he saw me and waved. I waved back.

He put on his helmet. Something about football gear is really…it's just, it's just really hot. I love the red jersey and white tights…tights? Are they called tights? I had no clue. All I knew was that they looked good.

The game was great, well, Clay was great. I don't know if…you know what? I don't think I understood much of anything that happened. I saw Clay tackle people and St. Mark's won, so I guess it was good.

I waited for a bit in the stands. I wanted to see Clay. I usually waited after. It was cold. I zipped up my jacket and sat down again. I had been standing.

I saw him. I ran down the steps and up to him. He smiled and I smiled back. He grabbed my hand and we went to his truck.

"You did great." I must've said a hundred times.

"You really think so?" He asked. I smiled. He looked over at me.

"Of course I do!" He laughed. "You look good in your uniform too." He blushed. It was the first time I think I ever saw him blush before. "You don't have to blush." I said.

"I'm not blushing." He said, with a blush clearly resting upon his cheeks. I don't see why he was so defensive. It was okay to blush.

"Yeah, you are." I laughed.

"I'm not fucking blushing." Woah! I shrunk into myself. He yelled at me for no reason. I was suddenly afraid I made him angry.

"I…I'm sorry." I said. He sighed.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you." He said. I didn't know what to say. "Hey, listen. Why don't we go get something to eat?"

"Yeah, o…okay."

He had eaten a lot, but I guess he must've been hungry after the game. I sat across from him sipping on my soda. I wasn't very hungry.

He ate so much. How can anyone eat as much as he does? Let me explain. He eats as much in one sitting that both my mother and I eat for all three meals in two days.

"You wanna sleep over tonight?" He asked once we were in his truck again. I wanted to, but he just seemed a bit upset tonight. He looked over at me. I sighed a bit.

"Did you ask your parents? …And my mom would probably want me home." He frowned. Shivers. "I could as…ask her though. I would love to spend the night."

She said I could spend the night. She also told me to use protection. I told her we weren't doing that and she laughed. How embarrassing!

My mom is young. She had me when she was just eighteen. My dad was twenty five. They met in Japan and my mother moved to America and then the divorce, blah, blah, blah. She's just really a good mom. My grandparent's didn't want her to keep me.

We walked into his house a little pass ten. I could hear people snoring. It was such a large house. We went down some stairs and into a room. It had blue walls and a bed. He had a dresser and a desk. It was very…plain.

"Well, this is my room." He pulled off his sweatpants and I instinctively turned my head. I looked at him again. God, his thighs were bigger than my waist. Erection. I blushed.

He took off his shirt. He was bigger than his friends. He also had a belly. I liked it. I had to fight the urge to turn away. I wanted to look at him, but it made me feel wrong for gawking at him.

His arms were huge. I couldn't believe how much larger he looked without clothes on. His neck was thick and he had incredibly broad shoulders.

I must really look like a little kid when we walk next to one another. He had dark blond hair on his forearms, calves, and a little leading from his pubic area to around his navel.

"Do you mind if I go and take a quick shower?" He asked. He was still wearing his underwear. I was hoping he'd take it off. Shower? He asked me if I'd be okay while he took a shower! I forgot you're supposed to answer questions.

"Oh, go and take one. I'll be okay." He left the room. Boxer briefs still on…damn. I sat on his bed and took off my sneakers and socks. I stood up and went to go and place them by the door. His gym bag was open on its side and all his stuff was spilling out. I picked up the tights and a couple of bottles.

HGH...what's HGH? I shouldn't snoop. Human growth hormone. Steroids? I put them back and sat on his bed. He was taking steroids? Why? Well, that's obvious, but he could get sick, can't he? Don't they like, make bones weak and cause mood swings and shrink your…no!

I was afraid to call him out about the steroids and when he came back into the room without any clothes on I couldn't even think straight.

He was wet and sexy and I'm weak, so very, very weak. I should just ignore it, but I can't. I care about Clay. I love him.

"What's wrong?" He asked. He was naked! Oh my god. How did he expect me to be composed when he was so freely naked in front of me? I stood up and walked over to his gym bag. I pulled out the bottles.

"This is what's wrong." I said firmly. He gave me a look of death. "You don't need to take this junk…why are you taking this…this garbage?" I was stuttering now. That really didn't get my point across, it made me seem like a kid.

"What are you going through my stuff for? I don't go through your stuff!" I had the feeling he'd get angry. He walked towards me and grabbed the bottles. "You don't understand anything." He poked me in the chest.

As afraid as I was, I was still a little bit turned on. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. He moved in closer to me. His naked belly was pressing against my shirt. What I wouldn't give to be shirtless.

His penis was still big, so...so maybe he had just started taking steroids. His, uh, balls looked okay too. I was staring at his penis at a time like this? What is wrong with me?

"What don't I understand? I…I don't want you to get sick, okay? What if you died?" His teeth were clenched and he was looking down at me as he grabbed the neck of my shirt. "What? You…you going to hit me?" Shut up! I felt my stomach tighten. What if he did hit me? Can you say broken face?

He stepped back after letting go of my shirt. He was blushing again, but I wasn't going to point it out. "I'm sorry Michi." He said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I said. "Are you okay now?" I didn't know what to do. Who could I tell? It's not like I could do anything.

We sat next to one another on his plain, blue bed. I looked at him. His face was red and his hair was still wet. Of course my eyes raped the rest of his body as well.

"My coach told me I had to get up to at least 350 pounds before scouts will even begin looking at me." Shoot, he was already the biggest guy on St. Mark's team. I thought he was already a pretty big linebacker. "I'm 289 now, but I can't get past it, I can't and I need too, or I'm not going to college."

"You can do it without drugs." I said. I must've started sounding like an after school special to him. But I did believe he could do it, he sure ate enough. "You…you eat so much and work out all the time…"

"It's hard, Michi." He looked at me. "I think you can see I'm no underwear model, but with 60 extra pounds I won't even look half way decent. I like looking nice too, Michi, and I'm just going to end up another fat, ex-jock, football idiot."

"I like fat, ex-jock, football idiots." I said. "And I don't care if you're not some fitness model. You're the strongest person I know. I think you have pretty hair and you're so handsome and I just…I love you." He blushed. "You're blushing." I said. He smiled and kissed me.

December came and with the end of Clay's football season. He passed 300 pounds and he is very, very self-conscious. I actually had no idea he felt so…I don't know.

He just never seemed to care that much about his weight. I mean, he ate so much before and he's so good at eating I didn't think he really gave his weight much thought.

I told him it was fine that he was bigger and I told him I liked it. The thing is, I do actually like it. I like it a lot.

I met his father, who is actually much shorter and much slimmer than Clay is. I thought he would have been some big hulking grizzly bear. His mom is tall though. She's taller than me at about 5'10. His sister is tall too. They are all very nice and I would hope they liked me.

Clay and I have already applied to colleges and I'm hoping we end up going to the same school. Clay really wants to go to Harrison University.

I got in about three months ago on an academic scholarship, and I'm praying to ever single god in the god dictionary that he gets a scholarship.

"Clay, I'm tired…" I moaned. We had been up all night. I spend a lot of time at Clay's house. I don't know why, but we haven't gone to my place yet. It's weird. He has dropped me off before and stuff, but he never comes inside.

"Me too, but I have to finish all of this food." He was still sticking to a strict diet. He must eat every ten minutes. He had a bunch of trail mix he had to finish. I was almost willing to just stuff it down his throat at this point.

"Just eat it…" I said. He laughed. "What?" I asked.

"I'm full." He said as he put another handful in his mouth. Then another handful after that. "I'm so full."

He did get a much larger belly now that he's trying to put on so much weight. It's a lot rounder and it feels really nice. I give it a nice rub whenever it won't make him feel bad.

"Well, I'm tired. So eat up." He laughed again and shoved the rest of the trail mix in his mouth. He swallowed that and stood up. I had been on his bed. He sat next to me. I sat up.

We just sat and looked at each other. We had, uh, tried to, uh well... it didn't go the way we hoped it would. His dad came home early and we were literally JUST about to get started and it just didn't happen.

I had wanted to try it again, but now he's gotten bigger he feels the need to make me celibate.

When we got up the next morning Clay had one of his giant breakfast's and took me home. He was going to the gym and I sure didn't want to go. Well, not today anyway.

I was tired, but I did usually like to watch him. I liked getting to see him in tight football, workout clothes consisting of tight shorts and spandex shirts, but I was tired, so I decided to go home. I'd definitely go next time.

"Ahh!" The doorbell had been ringing. I glanced over at my clock to see it was a little bit before seven. It felt like Clay had just dropped me off this morning. I sat up and went to the door. I opened it and saw it was him. "Hi Clay." Was the house clean? Uh, yeah. The house always seemed to be clean. My mother does nothing but clean when she's not working.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked. I moved out of the way so he could come inside. He looked around. "Your house is really nice."

"Thanks." I said. "Can I get you anything?" I asked. He said he didn't want anything and we went into my bedroom. I suddenly remembered that I was glad he hadn't come to my house before. I had posters of Japanese bands and animes covering my walls. As plain as his room was, mine was decorated.

"Whoa…" He said as he picked up a stuffed seal I won in a crane game on summer in Japan. "You have a lot of stuff."

"I…" I blushed. I must've seemed like a little kid. He was having a lot of fun with all the different things in my room. "What did you want to tell me?"

"Oh yeah…" He set down a Haruhi Fujioka plushie and turned towards me with a smile on his face. "I got a call from the head coach at Harrison U." I felt myself go 'Uhhuh!' with anticipation. "I got an offer to play for a full ride."

"Thank god." I said. He walked over to me and gave me one of the tightest hugs I have ever gotten in my life. It felt so good. His arms were so strong. I felt embarrassment at the thought of him feeling Little Hiro, but I didn't want him to ever let go of me.

"Did you get in anywhere yet?" He asked once he let go, which was much too soon.

"Yeah. I got into Harrison University too, on an academic scholarship." I said. He smiled even wider and I got another hug. I was two for two. "Uhhh…." I moaned. It was such a good feeling. He kissed me and I kissed back.

"Do you want to, uh, maybe…" He started.

"Yes!" I replied before he could finish his statement. I felt myself pull off my shirt incredibly quickly. My pants came off in a blur. He opened his wallet and grabbed a condom. I tossed him some lube from my dresser drawer.

His belly looked amazing. I thought his thighs were large before, but now the looked almost double my waist. He pulled me into his body once more. I felt my tongue trace his meaty chest. I was having second thoughts, but only because I realized as badly as I wanted to have sex, I didn't know what the hell I was doing.

It went very quickly after that. I felt him slide inside, then outside, then inside. It continued like that for a while longer then he speed up and I felt myself explode with satisfaction. He finished with a satisfied grunt and we were naked together on my bed, which was too small for the both of us.

"I love you Michihiro David Yoshizumi." I smiled.

"I love you too Clay Nathan Moss." He smiled

When Clay's first game as a college linebacker came, he weighed a good 380 pounds. His dad was proud and so was my mother. She has his picture posted in her bar. He blushed when he saw it. I have never been happier. I knew I liked the powerfully built guy with the indescribable colored hair.

The End!