It took them a couple of days to complete all the tests and thenthey informed Mom and me that I had an advanced case of prostate cancer.Prostate cance... for Christ's sake? Old guys get that. Not sixteen yearold boys. The doctors did admit that it was a little unusual for someonemy age to develop it, but the tests were conclusive and they scheduled mefor surgery the next day.I don't remember anything about the surgery - they knocked me out with ananesthetic - but man when I woke up in the. Oh joy! Now I was up to 145. I swore her to absolute secrecy. I was a minor and no one gave her permission to present the test. A group of eggheads called Mensa flagged me down and wanted me to join their ranks. That would REALLY label me as ‘normal’. I wish people would just stay out of my life and private affairs. As a senior, we had to re-take the SAT and I was the first one to turn theirs in. That got me sent to the office by the proctor for ‘blowing’ the test. I damn near maxed it. It also. At first apologising for his stripper comment.I said it was ok and quite a compliment really. They said I would make a good stripper, I laughed. They naught me more drinks and even had a dance. All very nice and I admit I liked the attention, liked it a lot, even enough to not mind there hands touching a little and brushing up against me. We had more drinks, some quite strong ones, and there. hands where getting more touchy. Then one said that he could see my cunt, and he could see how wet I. His right hand continued to play with my breast. Lifting the thin cotton top up above my breasts with his left hand, he drops his head down to envelope one of my breasts. I lean back against the counter top behind me as I feel his strong rough hands run over my toned stomach. Taking his lips off my breast I look into his eyes to see them flamed with desire. ‘Take off you clothes’ he mumbles roughly. In a dominating gesture he pulls off my white tee, exposing my white bra, pulled down off one.