"What was I to say?"Well, dear just like it's pretty common for boys to be attracted to their mothers, it's also pretty common for girls to be attract...d to their dads." Seeing Dad the way we are now, well, he's really a man, I mean, I can see why you picked him out Mom. He must keep you pretty happy with that." I've always tried to be honest with my children, dear, and, yes, your father keeps me quite, quite happy with that."We talked about other things as well and that night, I filled in Mark. "I now know where you live, faggot," Scott began. "I know you like wearing girl's clothes. And I can easily beat any information I want from you, like your work number or your parent's number. You gettin' the picture, bitch?" Yes, sir," I sobbed, feeling hopeless before Scott, a muscular, gorgeous straight boy who was an Adonis come to life."Good. I'm gonna' be paying you a visit soon, faggot. That is, after mylittle shopping spree tomorrow," he said with a large smile. "But just to make sure. She loved her sorority sisters, but that wasn’t her. At least, not anymore. That was until tonight. She arrived at the game midway through the first quarter. Her beloved team was losing by two touchdowns.At the game, she said exasperatedly and slightly tipsily, “Why are we losing? Somebody, anybody, tell me why the fuck we are losing?!"Little did she know; she was being watched by some boys behind her who wanted to score also.Red was the color of passion. Touchdown after touchdown, the team. ”He smiled at her playfulness and stepped toward her again, “And yet you pry yourself from all these good men’s fancy to visit my humble forest?”She laughed, hopped quickly to one side, and swung her basket behind her to clasp with both hands, making herself completely helpless to his whim. “Pry as I might, tis to your forest I come,” she mused. For the moment, he was hers and she thought that if the mood was right he just might try to steal a kiss.With the most charming of smiles, he lifted.