.. maybe," I said truthfully. "But I think it'll be okay." What happened?" Mom demanded."Ohhh ... It's Jim ... Do you remember Pauline? His old girlfr...end?" The cheerleader?" Dad asked."They were all cheerleaders, dear," my mom corrected him and I giggled."Yeah yeah ... The last one I mean, right?" Dad asked impatiently."Yeah," I nodded into the phone. "Well, Jim was fucking her."I said it bluntly and my parents didn't seem to notice, which was a real reminder of how much our relationship had. I’m gonna keep working.’ I turned back to my spreadsheet and kept working. I also noted he had not moved. At length he said, ‘So, you one of those Bible-thumping shitweeds trying to force us back into the closet? You some kind of homophobic bitch?’ I turned toward him, very slowly, locking eyes with him. He did not notice my voice recorder as I slid it from my desktop and activated it.

’If I choose not to support something,’ I said, flatly, calmly, ‘It’s not of your god-damned motherfucking. Not to be outdone the old man followed suit by grabbing his now fully erect cock and slowly began rubbing, Sam looked across at her smiling daughter and winked at her, then while they both watched she slowly popped open the button on her daisy dukes forcing her daughter’s eyes to widen, “Oh mummy!” she sighed as her mother slowly pulled down the zipper exposing the top of her little white panties. The guys responded by quickening their strokes as Sam’s shorts hit the floor.“OMG mummy” the young. We knew we would huddle up, run a play, if we didn’t score, we would immediately call time out, then try one last gasp on fourth down. We had a double pick play called, with a max protection package in for Josh. I was lined up on the left side, one wide out was outside of me. I would come off the line and run a short out, breaking at about the two yard line, then fading into the end zone. The wide out on my side would come right off my shoulder with a crossing route, hopefully using me to.