A loud pop came from my shoulder and I screamed. The pain was horrible. As a youngster, a friend taught me, if I were going to fall, it’s best to r...lease your knees and dropped straight down. Instinctively I did, but not wanting to drop Kathy. I ended up squatting, my right hand on the ground for balance, Kathy in my lap and the sling still holding. Shifting my weight a bit, I maintained my stance. My eyes were grimaced in pain and when I opened them, she was staring at me, fear in her eyes,. We could do math problems with ease, and once we took a class in history or science we never forgot what we were told. So most of the classes were in what they called “Home Economics”, which I thought strange since there were no economics in the class, nothing about budgeting or supply and demand. Cooking, sewing, and the like. And in classes where they pulled the boys into another class and we spent an hour in what they called “Human Biology”. Those were fun, and it was the class I had after. I'm so much more comfortable. I'm... accepted... like this. I'm not accepted as Lou -- not even by me." He/she scuffed a sneaker on the gym floor. "Looking back, I think it's why I wanted to be a cheerleader -- I wanted to be one of the girls..." What's 'not gifted sexually' mean?" Becky asked. Lois held up her thumb and forefinger, measuring maybe three inches between them. Becky snorted, then controlled herself, "Oh, dear..." There's so much to it," Lois whispered. "Except for a little spot. Almost a little blurry but I remember him quite well. Number 5 here we go. Tyler. Pretty cool guy, pretty hot, he told me he was bi. We went up to his room, and he fucked me, I remember him pretty good, his pubes were pretty bushy, trim your junk dude, but he was hung, the biggest dick so far, a good 8 inches, normal thickness. I remember, he smelled so good, but he fucked him, and god, his 8 inches plowing deep in my ass hurt like a son of a bitch. But I bucked up, and rode the shit out of.