Butt and called him a fag." He kinda smiled a bit when he said 'butt'. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans."Is this true?" said the ma..., looking to me."Well...yeah, but...I don't really--" Young man," he sternly said. "Bullying is bad; no exceptions. And you..." he pointed to my old friend. "...I should call your parents, but this isn't Middle School. I'm not required to give a damn about any of you."Okay. Long story short, we all had to go home. And for some reason, we walked. ‘And now think of Barrett,’ I trembled at just the thought of walking arm in arm into my prom with the wiry dork next door neighbor with the unkempt black hair who only tends to dress in dirty t-shirts and ripped jeans. ‘Now tell me — why would I go with him?’ ‘Because if you don’t, you can forget about me paying for that trip to Cancun you desperately want to go on for spring break.’ ‘That’s so unfair!’ I shouted, but my voice betrayed me, breaking as it reached two octaves higher. ‘You can’t. .. and then nothing. She stilled herself, willing her breathing to slow, her heart to stop it's rushing, to no avail. His fingers slid up the side of her ribs, on the right side this time, breaking away just before they came to the roundness of her large breast.Her gasp was loud in her ears, a sharp sound that filled the silence of the room for a brief moment. His hand was gone before the sound died, leaving her stiff upon the table, fearful yet longing for his next touch. How had she gotten. I can't think of a fairer way to approach this problem.They voted for change, so I gave it to them.I'll see the rest of you at the annual company picnic!HOT COFFEE and PRIME MINISTERSI was eating breakfast with my teenaged Granddaughter and I asked her,What special day is it in Canada tomorrow?".Without skipping a beat she said, "It's Prime Minister Day!".She's smart, so I asked her "What does Prime Minister Day mean?".I was waiting for something about the Trudeaus or Harper etc.She replied,.