"Are you still taking steroids? Haven't you figured out they suck the juice right out of you? To say nothing of giving you the attitude of a grizzly w...th a toothache. Get a life, Freschetti." Dropping his privates I pushed past him into the classroom, shaking with a mixture of fury and fear.He slunk back to his seat, and left me alone, but I couldn't help worrying that I'd made a real enemy this time, and he was not one you wanted as an enemy. I was pretty safe, as long as he or some of his. I went on a gay forum that I had posted some pictures on, and checked my messages. There were a few thirsty guys (as usual, for some reason most of them German), and I gave out some semi-flirty responses to the ones that seemed halfway hot. The fourth message in was very different, however:"Hi Tanja, my name is Rick. I'm a photographer in [PLACE], I do non-erotic work but also a lot of sensual stuff, including LGBT. You can find my website at [WEBSITE].I'm doing a study on transvestitism and. She's wearing a short nightgown. I wonder if she knows the lights outline her legs."Yes, Ma'am," I answer and see Randy hiding under the diving board."Go home this instant and I won't tell your father about this," she says.I look at Randy and see him motioning for me to take off. I get home and discover Miss Jones doesn't keep her word. My dad gives me enough jobs to 'keep me out of trouble'.Randy blames me for being kept hostage under the diving board until ten P.M. by Miss Jones' floodlights.. She doesn't like to brag about herself, but she's always beenan exceptional dancer." Lanella suddenly looked relieved; her panic had vanished. But hecouldn't quite understand why Mysti kept referring to him as 'she' and'her'. She knew better. But she also knew Woody and Alex; maybe shethought they would be disturbed if they knew he was really male. But Lanella's concern about Mysti's pronoun references to him suddenlyvanished. Instead, he began wondering how he could have forgottenjust how.