"Settle," he yelled as we formed a circle around him.I was feeling good. It had been a good week. So far, no one had threatened to suspend or expel me... Dad gave me some funny looks. I think he was trying to decide if he had to say something about Tami and me, but in the end I guess he decided that Mom had handled it. Football practice had gone great and so had the play. It was Thursday. Maybe, just maybe, I would finally get the confrontation free week I'd been hoping for."I just have a couple. Just looking at her makes me wet, I long to hold her up while I taste the nectar that dribbles from her hairless little cunt" She showed it to me last week mummy" Oh fuck yes!" Is it nice darling?" Yes mummy, it's lovely, but not as nice as yours" Did you take her panties off?"He colours up again and hesitates,"It's all right darling you can tell mummy, every girl likes a boy to take her panties down for her"I'd take her panties down, I'd take them down with my fucking teeth, I'd lay on the. I worry about how I might be changing things, and there are things that happen in the future that I would like to change, but don't think I'll be able to, tragic things." Foreknowledge is not the great thing we might imagine it to be then?" No," I answered, the tears starting to flow. The telling of my secret had brought a sense of relief, but at the same time it brought a renewed sense of helplessness and fear. Dad stood, and I stood with him and let him hug me as I cried. We stood like that. He had the willies. Somehow it was scarier to dancein public in a flimsy white dress than to practice soccer in pinksneakers and shorts. He wouldn't be able to hide in a dance productionor wander around the perimeter- he'd have to take center stage and letit all hang out. However, knowing that "it" couldn't ever be allowedto "hang out" he was wearing two pairs of super firm, cotton-spandexpanties under his leotard to keep well-hidden any excitement he mightfeel at seeing athletic young.