If she noticed my"predicament" she didn't let on and ushered me to sit down. "Now whatshould we do today" she said as she began to untie my hair from ...tsnormal low masculine pony tail. I kept my hair long, past my shoulders aways and always neat and tidy in its pony tail rubber band. I thought atthe time it made me look more masculine and to be honest it was easierthan having to go and get it cut every so often with how busy I was withwork.As she began combing her fingers through my hair she. It went for almost three years, we had to talk about it.But I don't remember the first time.What we said.Except telling her that she didn't have toand she couldn't tellbut she didn't have tobut I wanted her tobut she couldn't tell.Sometimes I wanted to threaten herthinking about what could happen to me --what people would saymy BROTHERhis WIFEChrist, our parentsCousins! neighbors! Mother's bridge club!prison? do the parents have to press charges?would they(have)?-- sometimes it made me so. Then it happened. There was a knock at the door and when you opened it Carla stood there looking pretty upset, not crying but on the verge of a meltdown by the look of things."Hey Carla. Can I help you?" You ask.She nods slowly and meekly."Then come in, tell me how." You respond, standing out of the doorway to let her in. You sweep your arm gesturing towards the sofa. She sits almost obediently. You offer her a drink but she only wants a glass of water. You take a chilled bottle from the fridge. “Well get your shit together, you have to give a presentation to the bitch, Lauren, in like fifteen minutes and she is the last person you want to have a fit in front of. Remember those little titties? She is going to be standing there right in front of you dude. You don’t want to fuck this up.” Pogue said. “Why?” Sasha asked in her husband’s voice. “Because! Dude! It’s Lauren! Remember the tiny little teenage looking tits with those puffy nipples you talked about all day at lunch? Did you piss.