All this time, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, and I knew from experience the best thing to do was just let her run down, and then I could try to...explain. She finally did just that, and I began to tell her I wasn’t ‘queer’, I was bisexual, and…She didn’t understand bisexuality, and began again about how I was ‘queer’, I had to be, she had just caught me doing disgusting, perverted things with another boy, and it took a couple more minutes to get her quieted down so I could begin again. This. "Grace, I know you hate my guts and I would to. But please let me talk to you or just let me apologize for what I did!" he said loudly his eyes watering. After a while with no response he tested the door knob. It was unlocked. So he stepped in, looking around the room for Grace. Matty found her sitting on her bed looking down at what looked like a scrap book. Matty sat down on the end of the bed. "Grace, all of those things I said; I didn't mean any of them." "I know, I know you didn't mean. ...Gary pulled out and jumped into his car. I stood up but struggled to walk straight. Gary tore off without a word, leaving with my work keys inside his car. I couldn't run as the lights on the car began to flash. It was the police! I froze. I just stood there in silence as he pulled up to me. "Are you alright?"the officer said. His question surprised me, I knew I was in trouble and expected him to say something else. He walked to the back of his car and retrieved a blanket. He gave it to me. I peeked through the gap, not realizing I was holding my breath in as I watched my mother neck this stranger.I felt sick and painfully aroused at the same time.Was it even my mom?Mom was so conservative. She was the type who would go to all my parents' school meetings, go to my school plays. She cried at my college graduation and cried at my university graduation. She was part of the PTA and she was clueless about porn. I was pretty sure the amount of times she had sex with dad equaled the.