Wondering does she want me or is it just my hormones.She asked me to sit in the sofa and went inside to bring me a glass of water.I took it and drank ...t in one go and she chuckled again.The same chuckle when her boobs pressed against my back..Is this a signal?? I prayed it to be.Then she sat beside me and open the diary and start checking items on the list.And i was lost in her feminine fragrance.All i can see her beautiful cheeks and Smell her exotic aroma..Don’t know when my face moved so. And it was just onepicture. She wasn't even naked.I bet she'd look good with a small tattoo, he suddenly thought. Thethought surprised him. He normally didn't like tattoos, and was ratherturned off by tattooed women. But a small one would suit her, he thought.And they're very fashionable among young girls these days. (He did notrecall his stubborn refusal to allow his daughter to get any sort oftattoo when she was sixteen. Nor piercings for that matter, though herelented on pierced ears?just. I was letting my passion rule my reason.Rachel would help. She had always ... even 20 years ago ... been a calming influence.I went to our room and read a bit.When Rachel arrived, I told her about my day and about my anger."You're like Thor," she said. "Your first impulse is always to strike, rarely physically, but frequently verbally. You were already like that in school." Like Thor?" Remember the Old Norse stories? The one about the builder – like in Wagner's Rheingold?"In the beginning,. Be the good little cocksucker I trained you to be."The word 'faggot' jolted me back to reality as I felt as if he was talking to me and I was no faggot. I high-tailed it to my room where I closed the door and tried to put into perspective what I had just seen. Our second year quarterback, and his first year as our starter, was gay. Replayed Bubba's words in my head 'trained you to be.' What the hell did he mean by that and why did he find it necessary to say it in front of me?I heard door close.