Do you remember the early warning signs that you were a lil freaky? I don't know why (just maybe its because I'm watching 'The Exhibitionist Files), but I just remembered that when I was in Jr High School, when I'd get back in from school and on the weekends, I'd strip down to my athletic supporter and parade my ass in front of the opened door. I'd do cheesy shit like mock check the mailbox (right outside the door) when I saw a cute guy walking up/down the street, or when the pepco/verizon vans were across from my home working at the big box. Then, I'd act surprised when they saw me, then slowly smile and beckon to them. Thankfully, my parents had fixed schedules... Twice, I got utility workers in my place (both Verizon). One of the two situations was burned into my memory--the guy walked in and we never spoke. He refused to remove his uniform (communicating via grunts and head shakes), but instead sucked my nipples, ravished my neck, and then dry-humped me so forcefully that I was crazed with want. But he wouldn't fuck me. I remember licking his groin through the material, and his refusal to succumb to my seduction was too hot to tolerate. He grunted and humped as if in orgasm, and left me wet and wanting. The other guy and I had sex, and it wasn't as memorable. But those two events inspired and emboldened me. I started meeting the mailman at the door, wearing a short silk robe. Instead of his walking up my stairs, he started walking behind the shrubs and handing up the mail...getting a very good look at my kibble and bits, while letting me play it off. So when he'd spark conversation with me, I'd squat and talk, giving him easy access. I was rewarded with squeezes, tugs, and strokes. Eventually, I'd invite him in for cold drinks... My mother says that all through college he asked about me. So. What can you all remember?