My mother was a slut, a whore, a fuck pig, a round-heeled tramp, a bar floozy, take your pick, but the bottom line was that she was an easy piece of a...s and had been for as long as I had been old enough to know what she was doing. When I first found out, at an early age, I didn't know any better and I just thought that it was stuff that grown-ups did. But as I got older I came to realize that my mother was a cheating whore.My father was a traveling salesman and he was gone three or four days. She had waited till i had left the toilet then when i left the store she went back to the toilet and saw that her tights and the empty packet had gone so she knew i had taken them! She said she loved to wear tights and liked the thought of me wearing them and loved the thought of me wearing her discarded tights. I told her i loved her tights and they felt great on my legs when i put them on and i loved to look at her legs in her tights every time i came in. I told her i'd worn tights since my. . symmetry, I guess," Steve said. "I'd feel more comfortable with believing there is a thought process that goes along with every action a person takes... but I'm a good example that isn't always that case. I ran the darned light without a second thought... no thinking about whether it was right, wrong, or indifferent. There's just no getting around it."Steve sat up and looked directly at his wife."There's something else about that though," he said firmly. "I've never accidentally rolled. “While I’m over here, left tackle, Marcus Robinson!”“Beast!” the cheer rang out to whistles and applause. Beast took his time walking to his spot next to Mikey to soak in the adulation. I had to laugh.“Right tackle, Vernon Donaldson!”A few cheers and a smattering of claps rang out for Vernon. I wasn’t the only person rubbed the wrong way by his antics.“OK, tight ends will be Brian Thompsen and Trent Turner!”“Tree!” the cheer rang out for my tallest buddy. He was hovering around 6’3 already and.