Brown posing in various positions for the camera. Then there were also pics of Mrs. Brown sitting on a cock, and sitting on a mans face. The mans face...was not visible in most of the pics. Then I realized that it was Mr. Olson, our Vice Principal. The only thing is both Mr. Olson and Mrs. Brown are married. It seems as if I had stumbled on evidence of an affair. I down loaded the pics onto a different flash drive so that the next day, I could put the flash drive back. For a couple weeks I would. Steve brought the car to a sudden halt flung the door open and screamed at Amy to "Get the fuck of my car you lesbo freak" "You useless ... small dicked .. piece of shit ... fuck off " Amy screamed as she slammed the car door. She couldn't believe Steve was so uptight and straightlaced. The car sped off leaving Amy all alone in the dark street Taking a minute to check where she was Amy decided to walk to her Mum's house, it was a fairly long walk but it would help her calm down and clear her. Thenagain, aside from the more obvious physical differences, would itreally be that hard? But, I didn't want to be a girl. I was happythe way I was. Of course, looking at me and the way I wasdressed, it would have been hard to tell I was a boy anyway.Being honest with myself, I had to admit that I sort of likedwearing girl's clothes. I knew that it wouldn't be easy to givethem up just so that I could continue to be a boy. What sort ofchanges was she talking about? What sort of changes could be. We went to Cleveland where I would pitch the second game. The first game was all us and our bats. I was throwing everything perfectly the second game. None of the bats could find the slider or my curve. The changeup I had been working on worked today, and a fastball, changeup combination did the trick several times. It was in the ninth when I realized that I was still pitching, for one thing, and two, no one had hit me tonight. Hanigan was calling a good game that I agreed with as we reviewed.