Insp.O'Rouke realized that his division was now seriously undermanned, andordered the reception officer to call in several more officers.The inspector...took Mark personally up to his office, and told the boyhe was free to go."Can I call my Mom," the boy asked."You weren't given a call earlier?" the inspector asked."I tried, but I couldn't reach her cell number," Mark said. "I'll trythe house, although she shouldn't be home until after 6." He dialedthe inspector's desk phone. "Mom, I couldn't get. "I hated it when he cussed at me. It was so hard to take but there wasn'tanything I could do about it. So I walked into the kitchen and lookedfor what needed to be done.This is absolutely awful, I thought. No one has cleaned this in weeks."Hey queer, you gonna get your haircut yet?" Dad said, coming into thekitchen for another beer."No dad, I'm not." Damn California turnin' my son into a little faggot..." he whispered tohimself.I am not gay... I thought to myself, but I cut off the thought as. Especially, when I was in the homestretch and ready to give them the juicy part of the moment of truth. I would have to give both of those girls an “excellent” grade for performance and that was God’s honest truth. That night was busy. We had a ship in from Cuba with a bunch of troublemakers, who kept telling me how much they hated “Yankees”. My boss wanted us to make the Cubans welcome because they always had a lot of cash and I suspected they were doing a lot more than just ferrying trade. I'm better than good,” Ann answers rolling over and hugging herself to his chest, “You are very very good.”“I'm not that,” Terrance begins chuckling .“Don't you dare say that,” Ann exclaims and slaps his chest softly, “don't play that humble card with me. You are by far, the best man I have ever been with. I haven't cum like that in a long time.”“So you think I'm pretty good, huh,” Terrance says with a smile playing across his face.“Oh, honey, you are so much better than pretty good, it is.