” Mom pulled away from me.Jalal, his slim, fourteen-year-old body shuddering as I rose off his dick and turned. My sixteen-year-old tits jiggled as ... sat beside him. He put arm arm around me, holding me with such a possessiveness, a huge grin on his face. Even with his glasses on, he looked more a man now than a boy.Well, he was. He had his first woman. Me.Mom leaned forward, her head wrapped in her hijab like a proper woman, covering her hair in all modesty. Unlike me. I would never wear that. I have gone many places in my life. I used to volunteer at a place which helps gays and lesbians. I had my reservations about working there but I learned a lesson. Gays and lesbians are people just like us. Straight men don’t need to fear gays. Gays are our allies in the War against Misandry. I think that all men, straight and gay, need to unite against Misandry. The misandrists are coming for us. They hate all men and boys. They don’t care if you are black, white, Asian, Latin or whatever.. I must have been doing a piss poor job because I died this year in Vietnam and got resurrected in 1942..." You talked at birth." Yup ... you remembered ... and Grace was born fifteen minutes later ... mother died ... probably the best thing that ever happened to you ... surely the best thing that happened to me ... the first go round she hated me with a passion ... she didn't like you very much either. Mother would have been best off single. She probably married because that's what women did. Phir main apni car mein baithke ek pub ki taraf chali gayi to church street. Wahan maine car khadi ki and pub ki taraaf walk kar rahi thi and ab mujhe ehsaas hone laga ki maine kya kiya hai. Mujhe bahut zaada darr lag raha tha. Time kuch 10 baje the and main akeli aise chal rahi thi. Road pe har ladka meri tarah dekh raha tha.Phir maine apne aap ko samjhaya ki main yeh karna chahti hun to phir main kissi ki taraf na dekhte hue pub mein chali gayi. Wahan main jo main bar area tha wahan jaake.