I'm not going to talk about me, but I will talk about my brother! I was eleven and he was 15. We shared the same bedroom. One night he crawled IN the bedroom window about three in the morning. He just had had his first romp in the hay. I asked him what it was like? He said something that I have remembered all my life. In fact, I occasionally remind my brother of what he said, which was: "It felt like a whole covey of quail flew out my ass!" CHEERS, Bob