When I got your application before your senior year — you'd already committed to play football at Notre Dame and you were coming to my camp. But eve...y year, I saw you for a week. I saw you mature. I saw you learn to make good decisions. I saw you grow."I'm not talking football. I'm talking as a young man and now as an adult. By your junior year, you started helping the younger players with drills. I saw you walking with a couple of kids who were real pains in the ass. I knew what you were. We sat facing the lake, she to my right, and I put my hand around her shoulder and the both of us exchanged some sensuous kisses. I slowly slid my right hand into her tshirt and cupped her boob through the bra and gently pressed it. I could hear the soft moan that escaped her as we kissed. I squeezed the boob a couple more times and our faces slowly moved away from each other. I could see the lust in her eyes and she felt the throbbing erection in my shorts. I mover her closer to me and made. "I don't see too many boys your age willingly wearing what you've got on! You're even wearing make-up and a wig. Where the fuck did you get the wig? No don't answer me. Never mind. Now I have my own little fag? Look at you... I thought I would have my hands full with a teenager, now I have to worry about a gay teenager!"Out of the corner of her downcast eyes Samantha caught her uncle looking down between her legs, she gambled and opened them slightly and saw the hoped for reaction. He didn't. I'm not saying that it justifies their actions, but maybe you two should have worked this out before things got out of hand." How was I supposed to know?" Oh come on! Even I knew that Sophia had a crush on Amelia. Don't tell me that you never..." Raquel stuttered at the hurt look on Trevor's face, "... you... never? You really never knew? Trevor... love... how could you not know?"Trevor considered this question. When did it get to the point to where he no longer knew his girlfriend? Maybe he.