"What were you doing! Jay could have really hurt you! And who asked you to fight my battles, anyway! God, you could have been killed!" Beth wailed as ...he clutched me tight. Like I said, I'll never understand female logic."Beth, not so tight! I'm okay. The nurse checked me out and other than a bump on my head and a sore belly, I'm fine. I was expecting a reaction from Jay, just not quite that much." You mean you were BAITING him?" Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I saw Adams coming. 'Yes Mistress. I'm a bit sore Mistress.' 'Sore?' She said, concerned. 'Let me have a look. Bend over.' I stood up and bent over.'I'm not surprised your sore,' She said, slapping my ass. 'You've been fucking without my permission you filthy little slut. You've leaked all over my jeans.' 'I'm sorry Mistress, it's not my fault.' 'Not your fault?' She jeered, as she got up and enclosed my neck with her forearm, pinning me to her. 'I suppose Vicky's cum got there by accident did it? I'll give you a. ....someone could help me make it go away!" Dad saidcoyly. "I could help you make it go away, dad. I could rub it for you ifyou like." I offered. "You really want to rub it for me, Chuck?" dad askedas he rolled over on his back. Lo and behold his tower of flesh stood uptall and hard. To my thirteen year old eyes, dad's hot nine inches lookedenormous as I tentatively reached over and wrapped my chubby hand around it."That's it, son. Just stroke it up and down real slow. See how the head. "I want to tell you my secret," Cole said finally."Okay," Malcolm allowed."Most people are what they're supposed to be but a few are not. Boys thatshould be girls and girls that should be boys," Cole said."Sure," Malcolm agreed, wondering where he was going with this."And I can see a person's true self even if it's not present on theoutside," Cole said."Is that why you called your teacher a fag that wears women's clothing?"Malcolm asked.Cole nodded. "I see a vision of a woman, like a ghost,.