"He saw her glare at him, her lips tight and eyebrowslowered. "What kind of fucking mirror is this? Why doI see a damn faggot instead of myself?" My n...me is Jack Fox," he managed to say, "and I'mnot a homosexual."Her mouth dropped, "I'm Jacqueline Fox. What's goingon?" She was quiet for a moment then asked, "Ifyou're not a fag then why the hell are you wearing adress?" I was depressed," he said."And you dress like a chick whenever you'redepressed?" She added, "What a loser." Never mind how I'm. He’d been up once to pee and crashed again. His parents were gone somewhere for the day so it was very quiet.He was enjoying a not-uncommon sexual dream. This time a naked body, hopefully female, was spooned up behind him and her hand was holding his morning wood and rubbing it gently. What was different about this one was the voice whispering in his ear, “Billy, I want you to fuck me.” It was a very familiar voice although the words were a first.His eyes popped open and the dream didn’t. Ye hospital ka private ac room tha aur attched bathromm bhi tha. Maine use bathroom me chalne ka ishara kiya. Wo uthakar bathroom chali gayee phir mai bhi uthkar uske piche bathroom aa gaya. Under aa kar maine darwaza bandh kar diya. Aur use piche se jor se pakad kar uske balls jor jor se dabane laga, uske balls bahot hard the. Usne aankhe band kar di. Mai uske balls ko blouse ke uper se dabane laga. Thodi der bad ek hath se uski sari uper uthakar uski chut me ungli dal di aur ungli se uski. I took stock of myself. I had my hands on my knees, my shirt was hanging out, my tie askew, and sweat was galavanting down my face from my brow. Whereas, the trampoline man looked fresh as a daisy. Yet we’d both spent the day working the floor of the same conference.‘Here, have some. You earned it,’ he grinned, gesturing with the joint. I nodded and gratefully reached for the doobie.I took a draw and let the moment consume me. There’s something beautifully disconcerting about the first blunt of.