Chapter 60

• Back in the days when a guy could hitchhike without either being the guy that killed the guy who picked you up or, being the driver who offed the hitchhiker, I began to hitchhike across America. A lot.
• The first time was when I was just 18 years old, about a week after high school. I had long, red, curly hair - about an inch above my shoulders. I weighed about 170 lbs., and I was 6' tall. I was a little hippie stud muffin that was into everything, and despite my perpetual horniness and perverse fantasies, my sex life was almost ordinary. I had a steady high school girlfriend to fuck and fuck we did.
• In the Spring, the last days before the previous Easter break, my girlfriend had already left for a two-week vacation with her family. But, we had a high school theater cast party where I ended up fucking the choreographer they hired -- she was an older woman - all of twenty-one years old, and I felt like a stud. That was the last I saw of the choreographer but... after a week, I discovered that I had lice. I only really found out when I was talking about itching my crotch to my best friend and he told me I probably got lice from that skanky choreographer. That was fucked! I learned that the quickest way to get rid of it was to shave my pubes!