My brother teased me incessantly about it for a long time afterand I played it off like I was upset, but I wasn't. That was the firstreal memory of m... childhood and it would define myself from then on.There weren't any boys my age in my neighborhood growing up, mostlyolder people. The only kids my age were two sisters who lived up theroad from me, and I ended up becoming friends with them. We wouldmostly play on their swing set they had in their yard, but on rainy dayswe would play games in. Here I was in a gay bar. I was straight but he'd begged me for a night out on the town and I reluctantly agreed. Not that I hadn't been in a gay bar before but I wasn't in the mood. I'd had several horrific dates in a row and I had wanted to go somewhere where I had at least a small chance of getting some action. I looked good though. I rarely wore anything this short but I figured at this rate I may as well. I had gone to the bathroom quickly to reapply make up and what not when I got a text. One at a time is plenty for me. No, I mean you do it with... whoever and I'll do it with my... boyfriend of the moment." Boyfriend of the moment..." He said, drawing the words out, almost tasting them. This meant there was hope. She was telling him he could keep screwing around and that she was going to do it too."Wait a minute," he said, "I don't like..." It's not a matter of your liking anything!" She said quickly, cutting him off. "You've made your bed, and this is about what I want, not. A friend.” There was a link to a website.His first action after glancing over it was to delete it thinking it was spam that managed to make it through the company’s spam filter. Fortunately, his email program didn’t really delete the email. It was a little later that one minor detail about that email occured to him. The sender knew both his name and his daughter’s name. He went to the email trash folder and searched for the email.A careful examination of the email didn’t give him a clue.