Mr. Howard's room was the only classroom in the school that didn't have a window in the door, which must have disappointed our fans."I don't like you,... he said, when I faced him again.Damn! Major newsflash. Stop the presses. Extra! Extra!"That's too bad. I like you a lot. I want to be just like you when I grow up."Mike looked like I hit him between the eyes with a baseball bat. He hesitated, then started over. "I don't like you. But I wanted to say I respect you."Huh?"You're a great football. So I sent for a set of plans and got started getting everything ready.Fast forward six months of long hours, and Melusine was sitting on a trailer ready to go for launching. You really don’t want a blow by blow account of me manipulating bits of plywood, I could have detailed all the ups and downs but to be honest I’d probably bore myself let alone you. She ended up looking every bit as pretty as I had hoped with varnished wooden spars, deckhouse and trim, and laid decks, the latter fake but it. .. We were all talking and didn’t want to stop,” I said.“Well, come on down, I’m fixing spaghetti and meatballs, your father’s favorite. You girls need to freshen up a little,” she said pointing to her own lips.She pulled me through the door, and we walked down to the kitchen. “Looking forward to another notch on your bedpost, Priest?”“That’s not fair, mom. I love you and Betty; can I help it if the family tree has so many knots I want to drill out.”“Interesting visual, Priest. She’s got nice. He took off his boxer-briefs before climbing in, but didn’t try to get me to remove my own underwear. We kissed and cuddled until we fell asleep. Monday Jay saw Dr. Wagoner for his test results. He said he wanted to do something before we talked about them. He called to Brett’s room and asked him to come over. “Brett, have you taken Dr. Wagoner’s sexual orientation tests?” asked Jay. Brett had. “Do you mind sharing your score with us?” Brett had gotten a 93. He had no idea where the seven.