And on the other side, the one who gave me my "programming", my dirt, my disordered relationship to my mom, and women, the one who I call for my whole...life "uncle", the one who taught me side by side with my grandpa, his dad-in-law, all these wonderful things, brutality, leadership, sadism, how to play with others minds and bodies, those who affected me in my understanding for mom, this cheap SLUT, this WHORE, CUMDUMP and BITCH, that I love as a son, like my legal dad taught me, but in the same. He had decent grades andwas known for being kind, gentle, and respectful. Arnie Collins wasnone of these things. He was from a broken home, poor, and notsuccessful in anything. He was often bullied and was too weak to defendhimself.One day, Arnie was slammed against the restroom wall by three bullies."What do we have here?" the bully asked rhetorically."Looks like a queer to me," the second bully said."Is that right, Collins? Are you a queer?" the first bully questioned."Come on, guys. . ”“Let me get my bag and we can go.” Tina went back to her bedroom and came out a few minutes later with a small black beaded handbag, which she carried on one of her bared shoulders. When she came back to the foyer, she hugged her daughter and said, “Behave.”“I should be saying that to you!” laughed the girl.“That is the one thing your mother won’t be doing,” commented Jack, which caused Tina to blush and Kirsten to laugh. He opened the front door and led the beautiful woman out of the. "Tastes good." It sure does, Sonny," she laughed. "And it looks as good on you as itdoes on me. I think we've found your 'signature shade'," she teased.Her remark embarrassed me. Hearing the hushed mocking jeers and tauntsfrom the few remaining barflies was even more embarrassing. So Igrabbed a bar napkin and began wiping my lips."No! No!" she screeched a little too loudly. "Don't wipe it off! Itlooks so pretty on you. Here, let me. What's good for the goose isgood for the gander,.