" It ain't happening. It's never gonna happen. This is total bullshit! Yeah, right.It preyed on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was itch...ng to try some of it. I wanted to see if women could enjoy sex. My mother sure didn't. My married sister wouldn't Even talk about it."I'll tell mom if you ask me that again!"My older sister said, "I don't touch myself there! I certainly wouldn't let a man do it."My freshman year was filled with cast iron bras and sheet steel girdles. Victoria was. Managing Caleb had become a full-time job and this had done nothing for my "itch."Caleb:Molly had become distant after the Frat Party refusing to talk about it. When I had finally talked her into having sex, I found out her ass and thighs were bruised, and there were bite marks on her tits. Whatever had happened at the party, it had been rough. I had tried to be gentle in our lovemaking but she seemed distracted and unresponsive. Maybe Molly liked it rough? I had been so confused. My Dad. Obviously, I had never had sex with a girl, but I was taught how to pleasure a man sexually and enjoy his pleasure in return. It was all I knew about sex and I learned to adapt to it as a way of life, really a way of survival, at the time. Had circumstances never exposed me to homosexuality; if my comfortable life at home had gone on uninterrupted; I doubt very much I would ever have been subjected to it. I would have continued to think about the mysteries of girls and hetero sex and beat my. Mom was great. A little serious, a little controlling, maybe, but moms were like that. He wouldn't expect her to be any other way. She had taken him shopping, to stores he liked as well as, well, others. They'd talked. About Dad. Other stuff. Mom wasn't one to open up to him, but she tried. He loved her for that. Trying was all he asked. They were done about 2 PM, and she let him go out, do whatever, before dinner. Bobby had thought about going over to Kevin's, but saw Vicky's bike was still.