They were driving off when Cassie came out of her room. I’d kept the upstairs bedroom, which was smaller than the two downstairs. I was used to it a...d didn’t want to lug my stuff to another room. It was also cheaper than the bigger ones downstairs. For some reason my parents were paying Lori’s rent. They’d never paid mine. “If you want your own place, then you’re going to have to be adult and pay for it,” my mother had said.I think they thought I wanted a party pad. There’d been some parties. I was so mad because I would have to rearrange everything. So I bent down on the floor and picked up the money.As I was doing so, I felt something wrap around my waist and I felt someone rubbing against my butt. That’s when I noticed that It was my boss. I had never done anything before with another guy but I did know I was gay. And having a guy so close to me and touching me the way he was made me felt so good.When he let go off me, I faced him and that’s when he cupped my face. I wanted to. I am going to choose you, so be nice.”“that is not fair, you were supposed to pick some stud”, said betty.“Fair, I don’t care about fair”, said Susan.With that my babysitter tossed me her nice blue thong which I now realized to be made of silk and I first looked strangely at it then pocketed it.“Oh, sorry, Susan, don’t you remember the second part of the deal?”, betty said.“erm, yea, I do” said Susan, blushing, “Go ahead with your part, lay down, Jason”“oooh, I am gonna enjoy this”, betty. "We'll have mangos."You see, on our first date in steamy July, we went to a restaurant near the shore. We didn't eat much, awaiting only our dessert. She'd asked me what I wanted and I'd looked at the menu. The first thing that caught my eye was the word `mango,' which is my favorite fruit and as I would later learn, hers as well. Mangos became a tradition between us, a passionate link that triggered our already mounting desires for one and other. Somehow, we always ended up eating them,.