She knew the point of thosepermanent homes and schools for children were for children whose parentseither couldn't control them or were in the wrong b...dies to raise them.Thankfully, her and James were still able to make it work."Good my big strong boy!" she said giving him a hug, feeling the strengthin his new arms tightly."Ok remember what mommy said about being gentle," Mary choked out beforebeing released from it."Sorry mommy..," James Jr said, the sorrow in his voice being obvious ashe. . I didn't mean to offend. Just don't say that kind of thing in public. I have a girlfriend. I'm an usher in a Pentecostal church. They're already not too pleased with where I work. I could go to Hell for such things, you know. I have to walk the straight and narrow," he stammered."Let me tell you something and make it quite clear to you. The only Hell to which you're going is the one where you already live. If you're gay or bi, say so and be proud. Any God that would send you to Hell for that. She did notice that I was far from that though. “What’s up with you, honey?” She was worried. “I thought you’d stay over at Kirsty’s again today. To were awfully quiet yesterday, but,” she took in my appearance, my ashen face and misty eyes, “gosh, you look a fright! Has something happened to Kirsty?” Her hands had gripped my shoulders, and the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was to throw myself into her embrace, bawl my eyes out and tell her my whole misery. But I couldn’t, not about. “Do you want me to be cold?” she asked with feigned innocence. After leaving Rosalind ample time to soak and enjoy the water jets, I joined her in the tub and we played like children, washing each other’s backs and pushing bubbles about. Soon though our washing took on greater intimacy and I was soaping her gorgeous breasts and tracing my way south to her sweet vagina. “No soap inside” she cautioned, but I’ve been around long enough to know better than to risk a yeast infection for her and I.