"That was all it took. He sat up quickly and stood up to go to the bathroom in the hall. His mother blocked his doorway. "What?" He mumbled. He was...confused and he needed to get going or there would be hell to pay from his Dad."Bring your shorts down and the towels from the bathroom for me," she asked."Okay, okay, just get out of the way," he replied."Oh? " she said with a raised eyebrow. "Suddenly you're up and awake and raring to go?" I don't want Dad to be mad," he replied."Oh, right,". The pick-up truck made a sharp turn. “Fuck,” yelled Stf Sgt Sowe.Sr Crpl Kinte chuckled, “Sorry, sir!”“I’d like to get there in one piece!”“I got you, sir!”“We don’t get a bonus for arriving there faster.”“Copy that, sir,” the absent-minded Kinte replied.The warm mocha toned Sowe rolled his eyes. He had a thin moustache and stood about five-feet-eight-and-three-quarter-inches. Like most men in the Gendarmerie, he had fit, toned body. He was broader than most, but still met all the stringent. Her skirt was hiked above the tops of her lacy holdups, once again exposing her pale, bare upper thighs. “Oh damned,” she said. “I left my wine in the dining room. Could I have some of yours?” And with that she leaned into me, her face very close to mine, and reached across me, pushing her breasts firmly against my arm and chest in the process, and picked up my glass from the end table beside me. As she pulled back she asked, “Would you like a sip first?” and started raising the glass up to my. She looked up at me with a smile on her face. Shereached to kiss me and I pulled away. All of the pressures of societycame rushing at me. Does this mean I am gay? Am I going to hell? Will Ibecome known as a queer? All the things that didn't matter just a fewminutes ago now seemed like major life decisions.I made an awkward lie and told her that I had to go. I got dressed andleft. I had trouble sleeping that night with so many thoughts goingthrough my head. Would I die of shame? Am I gay? What.