He couldn't help but wonder about his sense of uncertainty. It's like he was two different people sometimes. Put in a combat situation like he'd been ...n dozens of times in Afghanistan, he was confident, focused, knowing exactly what had to be done. But put him next to a woman, especially a woman he had strong feelings for, and he felt on the edge of helplessness. It made no sense. Perhaps it was because strong feelings might lead to strong commitments.Maybe it was just him, or maybe it was his. “I didn’t care if you bedded a hundred married women or single moms or kissing cousins or whatever ... or coeds or co-workers ... but Rafi would have been your first man, as far as I could tell, your first drag queen, and your first of my relatives. It was so juicy, so sinful, so taboo, and so special, at least to me. It was going to be our wicked conspiracy, you, me, and him, and so I wanted to be in on that. That’s what upset me so much that I burned your bridges with my family and damaged. I was even more angry, slacking during detention. “Loraine,” I said, interrupting their conversation, “Shouldn’t you be cleaning?” “Sorry Mr. H, Jake just stopped by to say hi.” Jake was one of my students as well, he had a C average, just enough to stay on the football team. “Jake, move along.” I commanded.“Ok, practice is about to start anyway” He looked hungrily at Loraine, “See you later.”That got me wondering, she and Jake looked like hey had some sort of connection, though I was sure she. He took the yellow boy shorts from his aunt, stepping into them quickly. He slid them up his legs and let the waistband slap against his skin again, like he had so many times before. "mm." Reba cooed. Sam got a new erection. "Those are tight in the front too, but that's because you have an erection." Sam just blinked at his aunt, his manhood racing to full height. "Maybe you need a thong so no one can see any panty lines." Reba offered. Sam's head filled with hope. He was being reminded of all.