."Martin didn't utter a single word he was frightened, all the wayfrom his home in California to Mexico, on the road of falsepretensions by her mother...and her lesbian girlfriend.Yes we are going to see the Aztec pyramids, they said to 14 yearold Martin, the only son of Janet and Arnold. His father was deadand his mother best friend was a Lesbian that she met in the job.Soon they were best friends and Martin suspected that they werealso lovers.After passing the border Martin couldn't stop to. I had done my best to humor my parents heretofore but no longer. My own budding inner nature, the essence of myself, was under attack, I now realized. I saw it as a delicate flame and I was determined to shield it from every wind, however violent. I thought with mockery of my “normal” Xanax-popping Mother and my emotionless father, neither of whom could express love.After checking in at the front desk I was introduced to Mary Elizabeth, an instructor. We went to her office for a “get. Get me?” She was practically incoherent in the receiver. This wasn’t the first time, shit it wasn’t even the fourth or fifth time anymore that his mom had done this. Seemed almost every few weeks he was picking her drunk ass up at the bar to bring her home. Tonight especially he wasn’t in the mood for this shit. He shot a look to Karen still kneeling in the same spot and cursing that his mom called and killed the mood to fuck his bitch. “Better get dressed babe, I gotta run you home and then go. "I can makeyou hug for the rest of the period and into the next one, say it like youmean it." Daisy repeats it somewhat sincerely. I am giggling so hard Ican barely get past my response. "Okay kiss." Daisy gives me a peck."What was that? I said smooch, not a smack." Daisy gives me a wickedsmile and pulls me tight and goes to town, jamming hir tongue down mythroat. Suddenly sie pushes me back right to the teacher's desk. Sielifts me up, So I am now sitting on the desk, I respond by.