"Now wait a minute! The reason it takes a crane is you sexually attack me all night long! And maybe I wouldn't assault you in the kitchen if you had m...re clothes on ... if you had any clothes on!"They both grinned and Sandy stuck out her tongue at him. He changed the subject. "How do you feel about coming down to Charlotte with me? There are some bankers down there to see, and I know JL and his boys would love to see you, too. This is the second big bet. What do you think about the prospects. You know that, don't you?"I looked at him, trying to tell if he was pulling my chain or what. My heart was beating faster, but I didn't trust myself to say anything in reply. He picked up his books and started walking away towards his house. I wanted to yell something to him, some encouragement that he'd get over her with time. I wasn't sure that it was true, so I held off on saying it.I stayed there after he was gone, shooting hoops and thinking about that wonderful sentence he'd just uttered. She stared at herself in the mirror. ‘You just had to wear the Spider Man ones.’ She criticized herself, poking at the elastic of her little boy’s underwear. She hated feminine panties. Ever since she had been a teenager she favored little boy’s underwear. They had always made her feel sexy, simply because her butt actually looked big in them. ‘Jon likes Iron Man’ she reminded herself. ‘You should have worn the Iron man ones.’ But she didn’t hold it against herself. How was she supposed to. Might as well take a piss while I waited for my ladies to finish creating their feminine havoc on the site. The men's room had extended stainless troughs, with a long row of toilet cubicles for the press of people who attended the fair. During this pre-fair, time I was alone. As I washed my hands I heard a barking laugh followed by a loud, "Hey, if it aint the faggy fag of Lake County High. You in here trolling for cock to suck, fag?" I looked up into the piggy eyes of Neil Cartwright. School.