He then got off of me and dressed. “Thanks for the fuck,” he said as he left me laying there. I did not have an orgasm. I don't even remember his ...ame.I do remember a story I had read a year or two ago about a girl and her best friend. I saved it and I’ve read it over and over again.The name of the girl in the story was Jenifer and her friend’s name was Jeff. They lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together a lot. Jeff shared everything with her and. I think you now have to bite the bullet and tell your parents that you have long known that you were gay and that these last two days you have confirmed that fact and are now a practising homosexual. You may as well tell them now, as one way or another they will find out eventually.”“Either they accept it or they don’t; but that is something both you and they have to face up to either now or later; and in my view, I think that you will do better to face up to it now. It won’t be easy; it never. “I’m very sorry Aleja ... there’s a very sick girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, at the Waldorf...” Aleja’s heart sank as visions of warm borscht and sour cream with thickly buttered toasted pumpernickel, or piroshkies on the side, quickly disappeared, replaced by some pouty rich teen that had overdosed on mommy’s prescriptions to get attention, and needed her stomach pumped.Those thoughts were quickly dispelled when he continued, “ ... pneumonia I think ... high fever, difficulty breathing,. I remember the times when Jane went to work and I used tofantasies about wearing her underwear, and wearing her nylons, carefullyafter I had worn them, putting the undies away as I found them, andcarefully putting the nylons back in the packaging so Jane would notknow. But she did.As I unpacked all my undies into the individual draws Jane came into myhalf of the hotel room."Don't forget to put you nighty on the bed" Jane said. As I laid out asilk white nighty on the bed, I started to feel.