Like most boys of this age I was involved in lots of discussions regarding the girls we fancied and although I tried to fit in with most of the others...I actually found myself fancying far different people to the norm. Most of the girls I was masturbating over were quite butch and it was fairly early that I found myself attracted to some men, particularly sporty men, I enjoyed sports so it was not odd that I might spend a lot of time looking at the sports pages of papers and magazines.Like most. “Mrs. Steinbeck?”“Oh, it is you,” she says cheerily, quickly crossing back over toward him. “How have you been?”“I’ve been at college,” he says. “Gosh, I haven’t seen you since ninth grade.”“That was what, five years ago?” she asks.“Six,” he corrects. “I took a year off before I went to college. Did you ever get your teaching degree?”Cassie nods. “I did. It wasn’t hard. I almost stayed a substitute.”“Well, I’m happy for you,” he says, meaning it.“So have you found anyone special since then?”“I. ” Rebecca turned to Zack and delivered several stinging pats to his face. They began mild but each got a little stronger until the last was a legitimate slap. “Play nice, slut. I’ll be back for you later.”She walked past him and delivered one more stinging swat to his ass with her open palm. Zack bit his tongue and winced. Rebecca’s perfume swirled in and out of his nose one last time before she made her exit.“Have fun you two!”“Oh, we willllllllllllll” Sasha trilled as she stepped to the side. " I miss him." She said in her own defence. They pulled over at a roadside stop, to take pictures of a lake, calm and still, with the mountains reflected beautifully in the perfect stillness of the water. He watched her, and his heart skipped a beat. He loved her. He knew it, surely as the sun rose in the east. He thought of the evening and night ahead of them. Dare he hope that she share his feelings? Dare he hope that she love him too? Dare he hope. . .?They continued on the road.