He patted me onthe leg, got up and left and said that he would be at my house at 6o'clock.The remaining two days I was in a haze not sure of the path ... should take.I thought several times of going to the gym or calling him to call it alloff. I thought countless times about throwing out my panties and go backto being a regular man for my wife and family. The more I thought about itthough the more I felt like I didn't want to disappoint or anger Darryl.He was a real man. He was dominate, muscular. This struck him as odd as he started to get up off of my bed. "How long have you been doing this" He asked with a scared tone. "Since Jr. High, I started with my moms stuff and now I have my own." "Theres more??" He asked very suprised. As I walked to my closet I pulled out a very familiar backpack to him. It was his old one that he was going to throw out. I used it for my baseball gear at first, then just kept it in my room after the season was over. As I opened the backpack you could see a. What shall I do?-okay…let us see what Omar says…--is your husband Omar?-Oops! What did I just say?-Omar? You mean, Omar Ibrahim? I know him! My good friend…-He started talking about Omar. His every word about him was correct. Oh god! I will be damned!-please imad! You know him very well. I will do whatever you say. Do not tell him--oh come on! Do you not remember what I promised you last night? Do not worry, I will not tell. By the way, you should do something for me as well-He said very. Making it tickle. But I dont respond. I jus lay still. You get mad at everything, dad. Im starting to think that coming to live with you wasnt the best idea, I dare to say. His lips stop then. I gulp as his face comes to view just on top of mine. His features are set. I am able to make out every curve, every contour, every feature on his face. The view is quite breathtaking for me. His fingers, once still by either side of me, begin to softly trace my legs. My breath catches in my throat. I.