We're about to start shooting." I frowned. I thought it was only a test shoot. Well, yeah, and she didn't have to tell him that."A friend?" Stan asked... "Shooting what?"For a second everything was quiet. Then there was a soft knock on the dressing door. "Seth, are you ready?"I swallowed down the mix of emotions roiling through me and opened the door a crack. Sammi was standing close to the door, blocking my view of the store, as well as Stan's possible view of me. Softly I asked, "Are you sure. Probably, I could get a doctorate somewhere and find a job teaching calculus. That isn’t what I’d wanted. I wanted to be one of the creators. Well, I can’t create theorems, but I can create computer games.”He sounded heartbroken about this. She didn’t dispel his illusions of being able to teach. He was the worst guy at communication that she had ever met. Math profs were a common joke, but she thought the standard was higher than that.“And,” he continued, “I’ve kept a friendly relationship with. I didn't mean that. How doyou feel about all this?" Kinda weird. I must confess that I'm scared of you. And..and attracted toyou."She was facing me and smiling. I was flattered. No matter what happenedshe did give me a lot of attention."Good. Are you more scared or more excited?" Excited."She chuckled. Then I felt her fingers in my hair. She was so beautiful.Something about her just strapping her son made her so much moreexciting to me. She put her hand on my dick and would squeeze it nowand. His honey-baked reddish-pink skin, full pinkish lips, long nose, and almond-shaped eyes annoyed them or perhaps it was just the fact that he was a proud confident sissy that pissed them off. Whatever it was that disturbed them was their problem. As far back as he could remember, there were those quick to pass judgment, ridicule, and even sent hostility his way, but he soon learned early in life that it was far better to face the slings and arrows and be what you are than to suffer in silence.