"June was bewildered."What are your intentions with regard to my daughter?" Bob asked, pouring the scotch."Strictly honorable--until she's sixteen." W...ll, we have no choice in that matter, do we?" Bob said, handing his wife a glass of scotch.June was very grateful for the liquor. She remembered her husband from his wild days, and to her, it appeared that he was getting just as wild in his approaching middle age."Why--why don't we have any choice when she's sixteen, Bob?" June asked her. This isn't helping. I shut my eyes andtried to think of absolutely anything that wouldn't get me aroused.Pancakes. Mmmm...dripping with melted butter. Hot maple syrup I can feelbeing poured all over my body as Steve tongue kisses my...FINE...nopancakes. Again, I tried to clear my head and think of anything non-sexual bordering on disgusting and...got it! Our fridge. Jack has yet tothrow out any of the moldy takeout containers he ordered from...ahhhh!I opened my eyes and saw the changes happen. My mind wasracing. I had no idea how to help Jason. I knew mother would have plentyof questions too. How could I explain Jason and his penchant for femaleclothes? Jason gave me a hug and whispered 'thanks'. I really felt for him. I wentupstairs wondering g how i was going to explain this to my mum. I hadnever lied to her nor needed to. Mum greeted me at the door with smiles. ."So, you had a good day, I see",she said. "Sit and tell me all. I just made a pot of tea." I was in acorner and needed. No, Maria, I am not gay.’ I croaked. My mouth was dry and my pulse increased. I could smell the jasmine of her perfume heady against my senses. I began counting to ten. She moved a step closer. I could feel her heat overpowering me. He lips slid gently across mine, barely touching. ‘Do you not find me pleasing, Peter? Am I not woman enough for you? Or is it you do not like dark women?’ she taunted as her lips continued to brush mine. Her tongue slipped forward tasting my lips. I was awash in.