"I blushed nudging him with my hand. "You're drunk."He shook his head. "Not anymore. The swim sobered me up." He looked intomy eyes again and leaned f...rward.I met him halfway and we began to kiss again. Only this time, I didn'tstop us and the intensity of it continued to increase. The warmth fromearlier returned, this time on steroids. I draped my arms over hisshoulders and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.The towel around me fell away, revealing the lacey lingerie I waswearing. He stopped. Smelling her, being blinded by the glint of her even white teeth, falling into her flashing black eyes, enchanted by her conversation. It was impossible to keep 'that other stuff' at bay for Laura.They were standing by the front door. Laura was getting ready to leave. Without skipping a beat, or changing her expression, Arthell said,"You remember in the kitchen... when you broke that glass?" How could I forget?" I thought about it a little bit. When you kissed me. I thought about that."Laura. But no: everything had do go.I was in the eighth grade now, too old to cry; but I cried myself to sleep that night.For the next two weeks I wore my boy clothes after school. And hated it. It was almost the mirror image of the time when Mommy had started dressing me: I hated my rough, heavy clothes. And sometimes, out of habit, I would run my hands over my trousers or my shirt and, feeling the coarse fabric, would jerk my hands away, just as I had once jerked them away from my girls' things.I. “I still can’t believe I’m fucking you!”Tyrell’s brother-in-law lived with them for nine months before he started feeling strange. It wasn’t a physical attraction per se, but there was a mental and emotional connection with a tinge of budding curiosity. He pushed it to the back of his mind. As time went on, he flirted lightly. Kristoffer picked up on it immediately and flirted back. The faggot started wearing little short shorts around the house and fixing Tyrell’s drinks when he was thirsty..