About two weeks passed that I stayed out of Chamo’s reach, I was ordering my thoughts and my transition, during this time I meditated on the situation, I felt that I had matured from my environment, my friends’ conversations about boys, boyfriends, kisses, no longer made any sense, I was like on another level about how the most intrepid of my friends, even of my friends, in the end I definitely ended up with my boyfriend, for a while I preferred to be alone, later on my mother’s advice no longer made much sense but I accepted it
As for Chamo, he continued to take me throughout college, between games of wrestling, licking, catching, lying down, smearing with pre-cum and semen, mating, when I allowed him, over time I assumed the dog position in
