Part One; Mike’s part of the story It's Friday morning, 7 am. I open the door of your house. I want to surprise you before you go away for a long weekend to your mom. After this morning I won’t see you again until Tuesday night. Slowly I walk up the stairs. I try to be as quiet as possible, trying not to make any noise. In front of your door, I open my shorts and let them drop to the floor. My shirt follows right after th...