”“You don't really believe that? Do you?” Her tone had changed telling me she didn't believe me.I asked, “Don't you?”“Not for a minute.”...bviously, that wasn't what I wanted to hear. I didn't know whether to be offended or not. I said to her, “Well it's true.”“Fine, let's bet on it!”I wasn't sure if I'd heard her correctly. “What?” I asked Veranda.“I said, 'let's bet on it!' We'll play a little game. If you win, I'll get you that 50 inch television you've been drooling after. If I win... “I. Not a very alluring image. Still, it had to be said – he was, probably, the best available talent at St Francine’s Catholic Girls College. John Bosgrove, the history teacher, was probably older than many of his essay subjects, and it was whispered that the young male art teacher had been spotted at the Gay Pride March with someone who was either an enthusiastic reveller, or his devoted boyfriend. Kieran shook his head in disbelief. Why would you go for a fellow man when, all around, there was. Mom was working and he and I werewatching tv like normal. He always used the tv as a babysitter. He was in his usual spoton the couch legs up on the coffee table watching something and I guess bareley paying attention to me.Looking back I guess he paid more attention than I realized. I was in my pajamas on the floor playingwith my toys and I remember looking back a few times and he was staring at me and would smile and saysomething stupid like "watcha doin" or "peekaboo" which always made me. We want that final connection, full penetration, the place where two bodies join and work together to fulfill the ultimate goal of release.You take a deep breath, squeeze your eyes shut and concentrate on relaxing your inner muscles. I take immediate advantage and with one final forceful thrust I am fully seated."Byron" I gasp in pure pleasure, as I stretch you, fill me to the brim you say, stimulate every vibrating overly excited nerve ending.And suddenly, again you are at that frightening.