He gently patted my tightly packed bottom whispering, "Not a word to anyone."Later that day I entered the photography classroom, my heart pounding ner...ously in my chest. Photographs adorned the walls, everything from portraits, to bowls of fruit, and even wildlife.Stu startled me; I hadn't noticed him standing at the door to the lab. "Come through," he said, beckoning with his hand. I followed him into a room containing all kinds of photographic aids.He surveyed the classroom checking no one. "I started to feel a little more confident. We'd walked past lots of Saturday afternoon shoppers, and none of them had stared at us. I'd had a couple of glances from a few guys, like the kind that Rob had given me, but it seemed they actually thought I was a girl. So I stopped panicking about everything, and as Marcia and I walked on and we began talking about the new Aaron Spelling show that had started the week before I began to forget that what I was doing was kind of freaky."I think you've. Tim went to his bedroom to change and was shocked at what he found. Layed out on the end of the bed were various items of pink lingerie. Tim seen there were nylons, garter belt, crothless panties, and a lace corset. On the corset was a note, "Tim, thought it be HILARIOUS to see your fat ass in this outfit! Put it on right away, and come to my room. Oh and from now on, when my mom's not around, I want you to call me Miss or Maam! Now chop chop! I have a busy night planned! ooxx Kass" Tim. “No luck fishing, Dad?” asked Riley.“Some days the fish are smarter,” I admitted.“Can I ask you something?”“Sure. What’s up?”“Why’d you join the Army?”I looked over at Riley and wondered where that had come from. “Why?”“I’m serious, Dad. I asked Mom, but she said I needed to ask you.”“I sure hope you aren’t planning on joining the Army when you get out of high school. If your mother doesn’t kill you, I certainly will!”She laughed. “No, I am not going to join the Army.”I shrugged. “Well, I can.