I always feel a little guilty when I go on these trips knowing you're home alone.”I shifted, swallowing. “You ever wonder what would have happened...if you hadn't told me about Marissa. That you... were too ashamed to admit you were bi. That you were hiding it from me.”“Why are you asking that, Steve?”“No reason,” I lied, feeling my phone in my hand. It grew so heavy. I had so much power in it.“I don't know. Probably miserable trying to hide it. Marissa would hate me.” She shuddered. “She's never. Chad was fed up with history. What the hell did it matter? He knew the entire list of Superbowl teams and scores by heart. He was not happy. Life at the Harris County School got him down. Still, after school he was going to meet his friends, Dick and Colin, and go to football practise. He concentrated on that till the end of the lesson.On his way out, he had the good luck to bump into Mimi. Really bump into her. He'd just turned a corner and she was coming the other way. The hand holding his. My ride took me along a bike path that went through a big open space with a creek running thought it. I never saw another person on that path going to or coming from the pool. It was a pretty small town and for most families both parents worked.One morning when I got to the pool there was a sign outside announcing that the pool would be closed after swim team for a private event. So after practice, I hopped on my bike and started riding home and trying to think of what I was going to do for the. Deb came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face and wearing an small apron and nothing else. She started to say something and came to a halt, letting out a short scream.“Mick! Who is that?”“This is Burt. He’s a friend of mine. I brought him home because he left something here and needed to pick it up.”Burt and I moved into the living room. By now Deb was trying to cover her bare tits and keep her bare ass out of view. Burt didn’t try to hide his gaze. Deb was embarrassed that Burt was.