But there right in the centre, emphasised beneath the clinging glistening satin, was his staff rearing rodlike and swollen. It stood tumescent, a sig...post stating the owner was inbetween. Not girl, not boy neither he nor she, not a fish nor a fowl. How many would ponder on his situation wondering what would it be like to be able to enjoy the best of both worlds. For Hilarie there was no best, only the cruel mortification of being stimulated by the humiliating experience. His exciter was still. It could affect your entire governorship."She gave him a quizzical little smile. "It must be important. What is it?" This," he opened the file and pulled out a picture and held it up.Her face blanched and her lower lip dropped when she saw the picture. She audibly gulped and looked at him. "Where- where did you- how did you- get that?"Will gave her a little smile and looked at the picture and tapped it. "Quite a good likeness of you- and your sexy little secretary, engaged in some. I bet he couldn't handle a REAL man." Shit, I wasn't back in school ten minutes and he's trying to get me kicked out."I'll tell you what Gren, go find a REAL man for me and I'll see if I can whip him."Several of the kids laughed "He told you." one of them said.Gren's face turned red. He was stepping toward me when a voice rang out "GREN, COME HERE!" We all winced when we heard Coach Green. Coach Green is about 6'3. He was a pro ball player until his knee blew out. I've seen him bench 400 pounds. She's shaking her head. "How could he? After all this time." Her lip wobbles."Shhh, it's okay. There might be a perfectly innocent explanation." The softness of her hand in mine has me quivering. I can almost taste her in the air. Despite every instinct to grab her, I wait. It has to be her decision.I watch a host of emotions cross her face in rapid succession. Betrayal. Doubt. Anger. Acceptance. Pain. Another tear springs from her eye, trails her cheek and she slumps forward against my.