"I'm not gay!" Honey, I think you don't even realize what you are right now, but hereis what I do know," said his grandmother. "I know that Johnny is ...wonderful friend and loves you dearly. I also know he would do anythingin the world for you and I know that you would as well for him. Tonightis when he needs you, so we just got in the middle of it and made whathe needed to happen just happen for him." Oh shit. This is crazy, but of course you are right," said Eric,shaking his head and stepping. I remember mybullies would call me a "sissy" and a "faggot" and say that I was gay.I wasn't but I was not strong enough to fight them and would cry, asthey would say "like a girl", which only confirmed to them the namesthey were calling me.As a result of being bullied so much both by my father and by myclassmates I had a very lonely childhood and only a few friends. Mumlater told me I was very clingy and eager to please such friends as Ihad because I feared being left alone. I was not really. I had spent most of it avoiding the immagration officials, as a Bengali girl of 16 all on my own and with no papers I knew if I was caught I would be deported. It had rained most of the day and I was wet and to top it all I had had a run in with Steve and his mates, Steve was 18 a right hard nut who ran a gang of teenage thugs, all were racists. They had seen me in a carpark where I was begging and gave me the uaual racist taunts I had managed to slip away when a lorry came in and was between. Just a watch!" Ben said putting it back in my hand. "Now can we please go to class?" he asked. "Hold on I wanna try something." I looked around and saw Jennifer Woods another girl in our grade. "Hey Jenn, nice ass. Is that a Thong or are you going Commando?" I asked. Jen turned around " It's a thong, you wanna see?" she asked. "Sure." I said. Jen unzipped her tight jeans and pulled out her frilly pink thong. "That's great Jen, thanks." I said. "No problem cutie." she said with a wink. "See.