George wasn't really a bully. There was just something wrong with him. He liked to fight. He would fixate on someone and talk about them until they fi...ally fought him. It didn't matter to George if they were larger than he was or even if he won. He seemed to enjoy fighting regardless of the outcome.George was big; over six feet tall and wide through the shoulders. He always had a smile on his face; apparently looking forward to his next fight. If you gave George a choice of spending 30 minutes. By then I had been to a kids shrink for about 2 months and would see him for another 2 years. He hadn’t stopped me of my million wanks a day but I had stopped doing it so openly at home, school and in public. I was made to realise it upset people and was bad and naughty to do it infront of people, especially girls as they like it the least. And he told me why, he told me about sexuality and sex, the birds and the bees. It was what the hairy chinned nuns couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me. From then. When I got home that night it was about 9:30pm. I walked in the door and David sat there in a pair of baggy shorts and Carol was dressed in just a long T-shirt. Carol was sitting on the couch, and David was in the chair, watching TV. I wasn't sure where all of this was going and didn't know if we were going to continue down this path, I was a bit uncomfortable.I gave Carol a kiss hello, and went to go clean up. When I walked past David he surprised me by grabbing my hand and jerking me down to. They stood there for a long moment, then Amy let go and took his hand to lead him to the unmade bed. When she fell back on the tangled sheets she got a funny look on her face.“What’s that smell?”Jeff followed her into the bed. “Probably me and Christina.”Amy froze. “You guys hooked up?”“Yeah.” Jeff watched her carefully as she processed what he said. Her eyes filled with tears again and she bit her lip. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” she whispered and wiped her eyes.“Does it bother you that we were.