But I wasn’t going to say anything about that to my mom!“We know her. We trust her, and you two are never alone. This girl’s parents have to be ...here.”“OK, Mom.”I told Becky it was OK if her parents could bring me home. She said she was sure that would be fine. I asked about them being home and she said “Trust me, there will be several adults here, plus my parents.”“Cool. My mom is paranoid about stuff like that.”We both agreed our parents were a bit much. The odd thing was that she didn’t seem. These girls put their all into every routine. I did have to caution them to cool their jets a bit when the routines got a little carried away in a provocative sense.We held practice sessions every chance we got and built up quite a lot of interest from the boys in the school. I mean what red blooded male isn't fascinated by cheerleaders bouncing around in their skimpy uniforms. I know I sure was impressed. It turned out that I noticed that several of the girls had developed a bit of a crush on. So I said “Fuck it” bought a fifth hand boat and headed out to the islands. I’d grown up around boats in Florida, and worked on fishing boats through High School and college.I vaguely dreamed of getting the boat fixed up and taking on luxury charters, maybe building a fleet of little charter boats.I really should have stopped drinking so heavily.After five years my boat was a mess, and I worked on engines to keep on drinking. Hadn’t even been out of the slip in two and a half. Stopped cutting. She nodded."I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." Yes, I've finished it." And what conclusions have you drawn from this?" I need ... someone ... I can't..." The strain in her voice and the tears in her eyes said the rest.I kissed her hand and in a gentle voice said, "Amber, and Angela, the important thing is that you realize that what you have been feeling is not sick, or twisted, or anything else that you thought. There is nothing wrong with you. You just learned the truth in a very.