”“I remember!” he exclaimed. “In Sweden! ‘Passport please!’.”“Yes, that’s right. And when we came home from Russia.”“Are you goi...g to sleep with Pia?”“That’s up to Pia. Aunt Jess and Aunt Kara said it’s OK.”“And Samantha?” he giggled.“Yes, AND Samantha, you turkey!”“Is Aunt Elyse getting a new boyfriend?”“Did she tell you that?”“Mom Two told me. His name is Eduardo.”“Yes. It’s someone Aunt Elyse loved a long time ago, before you were born.”“Before you and Mom One had sex to make me?”“Yes. But. This is part 1, the story of how my former gay playmate set me up with a guy who is as close to my fantasy male lover as anyone can be. Part 2 is about what happened when we got to his place and the fun started. I hope to post part 2 soon."Josh" and I were best friends since I was 8 and he was 6. I hit puberty and I began to see Josh as my best friend and also my potential gay playmate. I have written several stories about him and me. This one is about something that happened more than three. She planted her feet on the ceiling and began pulling the chains, trying to break them, or to loosen the big steel ring embedded in the ceiling.Bobbo yelled, "She's gonna get loose." I was yelling, too.But Domo, he seemed very relaxed. There was a big smile on his face."Come to papa," he said, drawing a long-barreled pistol from inside his coat. He aimed and fired.It was loud, but it didn't sound like a regular gun. Whatever it was, it worked. Supergirl gave a little yelp, then came tumbling. Wearing panties is a statement of your independence." I'm...it's a growing up thing. I was always scared to death of my mom.She's not someone that puts up with defiance. You'll see once you meether." I held up the panties. "My mom is devout. This is a sin in herbook. And Rachel was the enforcer when we were kids. They'll gang up onme. And you won't escape the inquisition, either." I can handle whatever they throw at me," she said. "I'll just bemyself."I sighed "That's not as comforting as you.