Miller too much trouble, all I had to do was to lether know I was home. Then I was allowed to go to our house, till shearrived home. Mom told me that ... should do my homework, and stay out oftrouble till she got home. Being so little in size for my age, I justloved that mom left me stay home by myself, because it made me feel moregrown up. besides I knew Mrs. Miller was right next door if I neededhelp.My mom was usually off on weekends, which was great, because when she washome, we were a family. To walk down the dark path, that would be. I didn’t want to build up her hopes. What if she really loved me? What next? Exchanging email addresses? Photos? Phone numbers? Home addresses? Meetings? I was married, I had children. It was too much, exciting and sexually stimulating though it was. Besides, she thought I was female? Or did she? Was she a lesbian? Did she hope for a gay romance? Or had she guessed I was a man? Was she a single mother? I didn’t know. I didn’t really want to know. Maybe. “It's an itch you get from sweating a lot. Most jocks get it in the summer from not showering off soon after a hot sweaty day of practice, or a game. Since it's mostly around your jock area, that's why they named it 'jock itch'. And the more hairy you are—the worse you itch. Braxton, by now, indeed had a look of shock on his face, and standing motionless now, as the three of us, myself and Kelso and Patroni turned our attention, and begin to piss down Braxton real good. As we exited the. Mom knewwhat was coming, but I did not, so I was shocked when they took me intothe back and had me strip and gave me a thin smock to wear. First asauna, then an ice bath, which froze everything in place before she ledme to the waxing room. That was a fun three hours of rip and tear, butthere was not one hair more than I should have had when I left that roomand my skin was silky smooth. Then it was on to the stylist who addedextensions to my hair giving me shoulder length hair which was dyed.