Hypnotic. "N... No," I whispered, my eyes filling and the grass in front of me becoming blurry. "Speak up, and don't make me tell you again. Make your...confession, Dominique. Now." Oh God. I cleared my throat. "Y... Yes, Sir." Master seemed too familiar. I didn't deserve to call him my Master. A moment. I just needed a moment. Fuck it. Taking a deep breath, I collected my thoughts. I straightened myself and knelt up tall. Proudly. With my body as tight as a drum, I closed my eyes tightly to. Looking back and forth between Bobby and myself, he just smiled as he had us where he wanted us. “What do you want, Coach?”“Well, Angel,” he began, “I want some more of what you gave me last night. A lot more. Or I’m going to have to tell Mr. Hargass about you and your little boyfriend.”“How do you figure he is my boyfriend?”“One, he got out of your car naked and with a boner. Two, he was at your house last night while you sucked my dick. Yeah, I saw you trying to hide, young man.”Bobby fumbled. All that was left was final grades. Mine should be pretty good. Somehow I didn't have any incompletes during my little vacation.Mr. Reed and I had some good talks about respect, baseball, and the Vietnam War. He turned out to be a pretty good guy. I wished I'd gotten to know him sooner and under better circumstances.All that left was the eighth grade talent show. Tonight.Robbie and I practiced at her house most of the morning. She'd already figured out the staging, so all I had to do was learn. It's no problem. Follow me." She did, my mom with some peculiar spread on a thick slice of seven grain bread in hand leading her through her room and into the bathroom which could be entered through her room or the study but not the living room.A couple minutes later Vy returned sans Mom. She straddled my lap and asked if I liked the music. "I do," I said emphatically."I knew you would," she said, bouncing enjoyably. She kissed me, a lovely, lingering kiss, and then whispered, "I get to.