You have two sons that already play football. Your third isn’t going to.’ The exasperation was thick enough to cut. ‘You heard the coach.’ ‘... don’t care what that fool says! I was playing for Coach Stalling’s when that asshole was learning which end of his whistle to blow!’ ‘Keep your voice down, Bill, you’re going to wake the boys.’ I heard my mom say in a quiet, calm, soothing manner. Her voice of reason I had come to call it, over the years. She used it mostly with my dad and my brothers.. Braking from our kiss I stood up taking his hand. “Let’s go inside no one is home” He got up and hugged me “thank you” he said holding my hand tight as we waked to the back door. He was more at ease once inside knowing that no one could see him. He again ran his hand over my chest. I stepped back took off my tops reliving my pink bra. He said he wished he could dress like that all the time as a tear trickled from his eye. I held him don’t worry Shawn you will be able too just be who you are. From opening conversation to leaving Mario's it was less than forty-five minutes. I wondered if she too had felt the spark or whether she was just easy.It did not take me long to find out that she was perfect for me. She unlocked the door of her apartment and was taking off her clothes before I was even inside. She pulled me toward the bedroom."Hurry, come on, hurry."There was no foreplay - we hit the bed and went after each other like two people possessed and it was perfect. I instinctively. “Here. Sit down,” he said. “Let me get you a drink.” He hurried to the kitchen to get me a glass of wine. Everyone else was still out by the pool and it was only the two of us in the house at the moment. I sat on the couch and my tears lessened. I looked up to see Andre walking back with the wine. He was wearing only his swim shorts, without a shirt.Rob was right about one thing, he must have noticed me eyeing Andre and Duane before. It was understandable; Andre was an attractive young black.