This was her son's big chance. This was her big chance. She had always beena fan. She had envied those tiny jockeys so. Her home was arrayed with raci...gparaphernalia. She had encouraged Ethan for as long as he could walk. Maybeshe had encouraged him before he could walk when she got him his first Ponyhaircut. Most who applied never even got this far. Whether chosen or not, shewas so proud of him. The air was cold on Ethan's bare skin. Some of the tests had been rather strenuous,even for a. .. I'm wearing all those things already..." Nope, it's for you! Now put it on! It might take you a little while,what with it being a bit small for you. And when you're done, use thishair gel on your hair." Okay..." he says with more than a bit of reluctance. He manages to wearthe corset after some time and much effort. He then uses the gel on hishair. He glances at the mirror. "I look like a drag queen..." "She is soevil right now. I've never seen her like this before," he thinks. ’ I smiled at him and walked over to kiss him gently. He met me halfway, his lips caressing mine gently, as he began to suck and bite on my bottom lip. ‘Calm down, baby!’ I hushed him urgently as he tried to slip his tongue into my mouth. ‘I can’t!’ He moaned, and he pushed me back into the changing cubical and locked the door. ‘Craig!’ I began to protest, but as soon as his lips where back on his hands and mine were roaming my nearly naked body, I didn’t want to stop anymore. ‘The things you. We went to high school with him."Sahara's expression turned to shock."Derrick Driller?" Michelle asked. "That goob. He is a dork. You can't date someone like him."Jenny shrugged again."He's not a goob," she responded."Crap," Sahara exclaimed. "He never fucking talked to a soul in school. He didn't go to the games; he didn't go to the parties; hell, I doubt he even went to prom. I know he didn't. I saw the Queen of the Dorks, Allie Smith, crying in the bathroom because he turned her down. What a.