He tried to deny the panty story,but his mother became angry and told the principal that it was nobody?sbusiness what her son was wearing under his cl...thes. ?If he wants towear a sequined leotard and tights,? she seethed, ?who the fuck cares??It was the first time James had ever heard his mother swear at anotheradult. It felt awesome to see her go into battle to protect her child.The administration wasn?t so impressed. The refused to let James backinto school, saying that they were worried. The exctasy came in quick hot waves that they were thrown into together every time Wes pumped into her or Sarah thrusted up toward him. It was all becoming too much just at that delicious climax when neither of them knew who was on top or when the other took complete control of the others body, it was no longer evident which way was the ceiling and which was the floor as Sarah began to moan louder than before, an uncontrolable urge to howl that she could barely hold back and Wes shut his eyes. You could hear them even above the hubble-bubble of Frank’s patrons. Anyway, the doors and windows were open. It was steaming, man.Our eyes met across the tables. Guys came to Frank’s Bar to find other guys and hopefully get laid. He was a lager drinker, a good sign. I was on iced cider, the latest craze.He was coloured, probably Caribbean. This part of London had its share, especially on carnival day.When he went to get a refill at the bar, I went too. I'd timed it that way, pacing my drink. ‘The hooker’s guide to keeping your man happy… so he won’t come to me’. It has a nice ring to it.” She spoke aloud, unconcerned at the thought of talking to herself. Like her momma always said, it isn’t talking to yourself that’s the problem, it’s answering that will get you in trouble. “Maybe Momma was right, maybe I have gone round the bend. But what the hell else am I going to do with a bachelor’s degree in English? Fat lot of good graduating with a 3.7 GPA did me. I should have taken the.