Years as a sailor had toughened them to the state of animal hide. "I said look at me you little bastard! No running off to hide away with your little ...issy faggot stuffed bear. Damn! I thought that when I got rid of that piece of shit you would start to grow up! But no! You're as big a pansy as ever! You sure ain't any of my seed. Your slut of a Momma must have been fucking around on me with some candy ass. You make me sick you little shit! Get the fuck out of my sight before I really get. " Condoms?" asked the girl, worried about STDs."If you insist, I guess so. This is new to me. Guy called last week and wanted to use my space and then this morning he asked me to get him a dame. That's what he said, a dame." Video tape, digital, what?" I have no idea. Will you do it?" How much will he pay?" A thousand an hour, guarantee two hours, tax free." I'll do it for two thousand for one hour and twenty-five hundred for a second hour, but they've got to use condoms."The art teacher. ‘Tom…he’s the…the only man who’s ever seen me this way,’ Melissa murmured as Mitch caressed her trembling body. This might be wrong, but it was wonderful, too, more wonderful than she dreamed it would be. When Mitch slipped his hands behind her and unfastened her bra clasp, Melissa raised her hands to her chest and held the garment in place, looking at him uncertainly. Mitch coasted his hands down her sides, hooked his thumbs in the waist of her panties, and dragged them down. He began. His true love. Flawless, perfect, beautiful…and unobtainable. Brandon knew that he was just some kid from a sink estate, going to a nowheresville comp school, and she was from a posh family, rich, educated, well spoken, sophisticated, everything he was not, but still he dreamed of her, his one true love. He dreamed of her night and day. Maybe dreams could come true, maybe one day she would be his. With her by his side he could ignore the jibes directed at him, if she needed him his life would.