That didn't seem to bother me too much though, the thrill of being in the open was a massive aphrodisiac, seeming to spur me on to greater and greater...transgressions against this hot drunk k**.Yes I admit it, for the first time I felt sexually attracted to another male.Dale was hot, his babyface mixed with his delinquent scowl was a perfect remedy to erectile dysfunction, not that I was suffering of such thing.I could see the boy being a hit with the ladies, and I was wondering how many bitches. We all got along very well, Mum especially but being young I did not to pay too much attention to him, although my thoughts did wander at times, usually late at night when Mum and Roger, thinking I was asleep would get it together, but quiet frequently I would hear the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom down the hall. Compared to my petite size 8 body, Roger is a big guy, standing about 6 foot tall, with piercing hazel brown eyes and a friendly smile that stretched from ear to ear. For an. "We look alike. Who are you?" Sorry, I did not…Sorry, no excuse," as he turned to walk away with a chagrined look on his face at his rash action, her hand reach out and touch his arm softly. Looking over his shoulder at the girl, I could see that he not get over the likeness. This girl had the same facial features of Simone, the same beautiful blue eyes, lovely long eyelashes, a round cheekbone, small nose and pert well-formed lips."I know you meant no harm…," she spoke softly. Her eyes took in. I considered the possibility. I didn't remember drinking. I had come straight home, to my new home, after a frenetic week at work. I'd microwaved lasagne for one while Tom Waits growled about love from the stereo. Later I woke with my cold tea on the sofa's arm and my paperback, page lost, in my lap.Perhaps people who claimed alien a*****ion felt as I did when they woke after spaceships, interrogation centres, intergalactic zoos or whatever. The line between real and unreal seemed narrow. It.