Neither one of us considered ourselves gay, but we did share some sordid experiments.It all started one day when Jimmy said to me, “I’ll show you ...ine, if you show me yours.”That was all it took. I loosened my shorts and pulled out my stiffening penis.Surprised he said, “Wow, yours is huge!”“Is it,” I asked.“Hell yeah, it’s much bigger than mine!”“Oh yeah,” I said with a grin. “Well, it’s your turn now; so, show me.”He slowly took off his shorts, but stopped there. I gazed at his five-inch tent. Then they would disappear from the public eye, back into her private collection.There was another photo, of Katie presenting the portrait to the Queen. Rumor ran rampant as to who the child was, after all it was the second time she had appeared with the Queen. One journalist almost got it right, saying she was the daughter of the artist, Damon Dawes, and the up and coming children’s writer Sisoban O’Mallory. Wonder what Sissy thought when she read that?The portraits hung in the National Gallery. “Hey honey, what’s up?” It was Liz.“You know that I gave you back all of those city ledgers a while back?”“Yeah, so?”“Well, I took pictures of the pages before I gave them back to you?” she said, sounding worried.“And?”“I found something really odd, when you come home later; I’ll explain it all OK?” she said confidently.“I love you!” I said.“I love you more, Davey!” she said sounding flirty.“There is no Hermann Gregoire, David!”“Really - See you later, kiddo!”I woke up the next morning, feeling. But he could and would always control her. He had already begun to exert a level of control over her through his diary but now it would be more direct and more obvious. And if he was careful he would have not only his mother, but also Tanya, and perhaps Sana as well."Mom" he spoke finally, breaking the silence between them."Yes baby?" asked Manya sweetly."I don't think you should wear clothes in the house anymore", he said."Why, Deen? What if someone comes over?" asked Manya."Like who, mom?".