He started to cry, but couldn't get many tears out. It was over, he'd blown it.He began to think of all the times they'd had together, trying to remem...er what it felt like when she was still his. He hadn't appreciated that feeling enough when he'd had it, he knew. But now it was too late. Jen hated him.He thought back to one Sunday last fall, when they were watching the football game, lying on his bed. They'd been so stressed last fall, with applying to college. They'd fought a lot, about other. People say things about public transport being questionable, but I’ve never had any complaints. Now, on the day in question – yeah, I know, it sounds like a police report, but how else do you phrase it? – I was catching a bus. It was a good bus, I’d give it a seven. Fairly clean, not too tardy with the timetable, all in all, a good day of family fun. So, of course, me being the cool guy I like to believe I am, I was sitting right up the back, and inexplicably, no-one else was. Then again, it is. His face was very surprised he looked back and asked if i was gay. I told him im bi , and briefly told him about me he seemed more interested than what i would have expected. Then he told me the weirdest yet hottest thing . he said he liked girls a lot, but girls don't like anal very much and if they do there was none who could take his cock, i instantly got turned on my first thought was "i wonder how big his cock is " So i told him i loved to fuck girls, but also i loved to fuck guys and big. A blonde, teenaged boy in a leatherjacket cast a smoldering look of desire from the print tacked to the wall.The script beneath identified him as Mike Salinger. Whoever that was."He suggested I heat up the leftover pizza." Ugh!" She groaned, stomping around the bed toward me. "I don't need ababysitter! I'm sixteen, dammit. I should be provided the courtesy ofbeing treated like an adult."I shrugged again. "All I know is what Dad said." What the hell crawled up your butt?" She snapped, stopping.