I approached the confessional with a bit of trepidation. Although Father Moran was a relatively young man and was understanding he was still a rather ...trict priest. I had known him when I was teaching in Minneapolis, he was originally from Baltimore and had known that I taught at St Steven’s, his high school’s cross-town rival. Something he never let me forget. I went in and he opened the screen and I started going through the rite. Although I expected him to interrupt, he didn’t. I ended with. I have a nice conversation with her. Almost out of the blue I clumsily ask her out for dinner. She firmly declines and almost seems offended. I am at my lowest point. I get home and want to just crawl into a hole. Rejection is always a possibility but I am batting .000 with no prospects. I spend the afternoon feeling sorry for myself. I get a call that afternoon from Dee. Dee was a friend of Tina that I knew just a little. She tells me that she has a friend that heard about me and would like. As I inhaled he got up and took his shirt off, he knew I was bi and I think he was teasing a bit.I tried not to look but my eyes kept locking on his torso. It was toned and he was quite hairy. He had a tattoo on one of his muscular arms. My eyes climbed all over him, I was trying to not look obvious but I think he knew.We passed the spliff between us and had a few more shots. We spoke about music and girls for a while, until Glynn randomly licked my face. I laughed and continued speaking.I. " Hush, girl! Those are my conditions. Take it or leave it," Don interrupted."Deal!" I offered my hand, which he firmly shook, then I added, "I've got to change. I'll see you out front." Picking up my helmet, I boldly kissed Chrissy on the cheek, and ran off to change.~oOo~I burst through the gym doors at a full sprint, carrying my equipment bag. They were all standing outside in the parking lot, waiting for me. My hair was still wet from the showers."Sorry I'm late.The coach wanted to talk.