“She’s going to throw a hissy fit when she learns that I don’t like boys. She’ll throw me out of the house.”“Don’t like boys? As in...�...“Lesbian. Queer. Whatever you want to call it.” She sounded defensive now.“Sorry. I’m just surprised.” My heart started hammering faster. No, no! Don’t think that! “So you’re into girls-”“Girls. Women. MILFs.” She suddenly stared right at me face. “I like to play around. It’s not as if I can get pregnant.”Suddenly, her leg rested across my lap. My hand was still. Her heart began to pound with anticipationas the car slowed and pulled in behind her and stopped. Although she was verygrateful that a good Samaritan had finally arrived, she was still wary andkept her doors locked. A shadowy figure emerged from the car and slowly ambledup to her driver's window. Traci cracked her window a few inches and peeredout at a middle aged man with thinning hair and muscular build. He seemed tobe quite nice and politely asked Traci if he could help her. As she. "I ran out and I was crying and then Scott came out. This guy asked what was going on and Scott said 'Nothing, she's just a cocktease'. Then I got mad and told him to take me home or I'll call the cops. He said fine and we went to his car."I got in the backseat and he started driving. He kept calling me names like bitch and whore and slut and I started crying again. He said it didn't matter that I didn't fuck him 'cause he's gonna tell everyone that I did. He said when I got to high school. "Jeez, Willy, you scared the shit out of me," she said. "What do you think you're doing, anyway?" Mindy had always been a supporter of the "best defense is a good offense" school. But I wasn't going to let her get away with it this time."Don't give me that crap, Mindy," I said. "I was there because I was pretty sure what you were up to, and it looks like I was right. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Come on, Willy," she said, her tone somewhat less righteous. "You act like I'm a kid. I.