These feelings have been developing in both of us since puberty. We just didn't overtly express those feelings until yesterday afternoon at the party ...nd our spin the bottle game. That led to last night in my room and our letting out our true feelings to each other."Mother was silently shedding tears. Dad was surprisingly gentle and calm. I had expected bull roaring anger and who knows what else. It didn't figure. Something was not quite right here."Your mother and I had hoped we'd never have. Ken's disclosure had brought it front and center where it could not be ignored.Pete's and Ismi's graduation was the first event for which Cal left the house. After a rather heated argument with the rest of the family, he gave in and used the crutches, rather than just the cane he wanted to go with. His foot was not casted, just heavily bandaged, but he had been sternly cautioned not to stress it at all.After the ceremony, Pete stayed right with Cal, making his friends come to him for. I was in heaven! She was embarrassed. I wanted to show them off, she wanted to wear baggy sweaters and hide.We dated all through high school. We learned to kiss. (She didn't like it-no French, I loved it, ) I learned what "blue balls" were. I learned to take long showers with lots of soap.We attend all the dances. She liked the fast dances, I liked the slow ones. When she felt my "stiffie" during a slow dance, it was the last slow dance I ever had with her for a long time.She called me a. I immediately go to the center of the room and kneel on the floor, my hands by my side. I keep my head down, staring at the floor.I hear the door swing open. I don't look up. I smell a hint of an expensive cologne and the slight scent of cigarettes accompany you into the room. In that moment I realize my mistake. My hands are by my side, not laced together on top of my head. I hurriedly put them into the position you requested."I'm sorry, Sir, I forget where you wanted my hands," I blurt out..