"Because... because you don't need it. You're a well adjusted teenager. That sort of thing is for troubled adults." Mom's probably right," chipped in ...hillipe. "I probably have the best results with adults -- like Rachel Donovan... or... Mom!" Helen's and Glen's heads snapped to attention. "Mom's been wanting to talk with me anyway so why not make it beneficial to us both," smiled the younger brother.Now all eyes were on Helen who had been backed into a corner and knew it. "I... I... of course. And we've had our dick in the same pussy and mouth. I just want to know how much better it is to get head from a guy." So I said, "Take off your pants. But this stays in this room and you can't ever tell anyone about this." He took off his pants and said okay. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes. He had a nice cock...I'd say about 6" with a nice big mushroom head. He shaved all his pubes including his balls. As far a cocks go, his was very nice. I wanted to make sure this was the best blow. Somehow it seemed to me that God might be showing me a way out. A wayto be the eunuch accepted by Jesus, and perhaps be able to have a sexualrelationship with Dwight as permitted by scripture.I think that how I preached changed subtly too. I started to talk moreabout love within our group and the need for cooperation. Somehowlecturing people was no longer my style. I had evolved through the lossof the male hormones. It occurred to me that these biochemicals werethe source of much of what. One wore a cowboy hat, the other a green baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. “Excuse me, can you tell me where the Community Center is?” I asked walking closer to the bench. The man with the cowboy hat looked up, the cigarette dangling from his lip, and pointed down the street with his thumb, “Two blocks down, other side of the street, Can’t miss it.” The other man glanced up at me then took a drag on his cigarette, looked away and sent a wad of spit to the curb. “Thanks,” I said, nodding.