She helped us load the Mooch into the back seat and strap him in. Then she took off. Jeremy, Alice and I waited on the grass field for the next flight... The van had long since gone, when the plane arrived.We arrived back at the grass strip by Church Camp after dark. The pilot landed the plane in the dark with just some runway lights. It would have been nothing special, if the runway was paved. To do it on grass in the dark seemed to be quite a feat.Waiting for us was a Caddy SUV. It took us back. The only person who understood my suffering was my mother, who not only empathized with me for the brutalities I suffered, but often intervened with my horrible father.When I was ten years old my parents got divorced. I was, no doubt, a great catalyst in the demise of their marriage. I had no conflicting emotions about it and when he left and it turned out to be one of the happiest days of my miserable youth. How I managed to live through the following eight years, however, is still a mystery. My first time overtaking him. My first time serving him a cocktail of humiliation and attraction. It is the first taste of a love only I have ever given him. He is hungry for more. I pretend he understands my musing on sex. He pretends to not think about his fantasies. I send him a mixed message, eye him down, and hold a silence. He takes off his Abercrombie and Fitch while looking at me for approval. He accepts my command to kneel. My project in the basement moans. The kneeling juvenile ask. " Then I added, as she laid there staring up at me: "It's just sex, Melanie. Nothing more. I promise." You mean he gives you a blow job?" Yes," I said, glancing into her face for a second.She didn't respond for a while. I could see that I was going to be late in meeting Jack again if I didn't leave soon."I see," Melanie eventually said."I'm, I'm not gay! Okay? It's just sex. Like I said. It's just a blow job; an anonymous blow job at a glory hole. He's nice. He's clean! There's no strings.