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romance novels. I spent hours writing paragraphs longhand and then rewriting them from memory. I was convinced I could do this. I was going to get paid! The Bet "I'm telling you man, she's a dyke!" Buck was emphatic, his voice filling the locker room like the voice of God. His pride was at stake. He was a high school all-american linebacker; girls were lining up to fuck him, but Debra McCormac wouldn't even acknowledge his exisistence. He had plenty of company; Debra hadn't dated anybody in three years of high school. Yet her apple bottom and prominent camel toe kept calling the faithful. Buck had vowed to bring us back tales from the Promised Land. "You're going about it all wrong," I said. It seemed to take me forever to get my shoulder pads