" June, I don't remember if I asked back then, but..." It was a girl." What?" My baby, our baby sorry, it was a girl." Oh Jesus no, I didn't know you ...new that, but that's not what I was asking." She would be in second grade now, and just as old as we were in that picture you were looking at... I'm sorry what did you want to ask me then?" Do you hate me?" What?" Do you hate me for what I did?" Stop saying that, what you did, I seem to remember that when we did it I came to your bed, I snuck. I re-joined the girls in the pool area where they were standing in the pool with the water up to their tits sipping fizz from there glasses on the poolside.When I looked down I could see two lovely pairs of tits bobbing about in the water. I quickly joined them in the water which was very warm and made my way to the opposite side of the narrow pool.The girls motioned me to join them and made a gap between them, I stood back to the wall and we chatted, it was though quite clear though the fizz. M. was probably on his wayback here by now. I wondered what he would be like. As our teacher, Imean, not sexually; which would be fairly futile. Like trying to beromantic with my friend Chiro, who out of the blue one day had said thathe'd never suspected I was trans, but that even as a boy I had seemedtoo feminine for him to get interested in. Then he backpeddled, sayingit wasn't that I'm not nice-looking "in a weak-chinned kind of way",like he was afraid I would be hurt by his rejection; when. Is your baby a junkie?You could see the shame in her eyes as she lowered her head and said,"Yeeees... Yes... She a Junkie." She cried,"She ran away from home yesterday... She was supposed to start a re-hab program yesterday... She promised she would go. She promised me she would stop getting high... Then she ran away... I found this address written down on a piece of paper in her room next to her phone... Please mister I think I've made a terrible mistake." Awe... That's such a sad story....