Believe it or not, we actually get along too. SometimesFred Majowski would visit my boozy, smoke-filled weekend parties withhis latest sexual conquest...in tow.One of the 'soft boys' we called them, soon they'd be chosen to beamong Freddy's stable of mostly insecure, cute male tarts. Once thatmean butch stallion captured their dazzled heart, he often enjoyedmaking them over to look androgynous and pretty.A number of nice looking, but troubled gay youth began using one of hisalternative health. “Bloody hell Vee, the walls are thinner here than the place we used to live in.”“Not quite, I had to cover my ears there to drown out the sound of you and Mum fucking."I didn’t know what to say, and felt myself blushing bright red, sensing my embarrassment, Verity touched my hand “Sorry, Dan I didn’t mean to say that, errm it wasn’t that loud really.”We left it there, awkward to go any further really.I went back the next day, Verity apologised again. I told her not to worry, and apologised for. I learned how to say "No" and blow my rape whistle if a boy looked at me funny. I learned that sex is a hate crime which makes a victim of any girl foolish enough to indulge her natural curiosity.Learn sex in the home? That's a good idea on paper, full of Christian value and old fashioned "Father Knows Best" sensibility. Unfortunately, as most teenage girls can tell you, our parents know even less about sex than we do. Prozac puts Mom on her back and keeps her there while the internet fills. "This has been your retreat hasn't it, your escape from reality?"I'd never really thought about it like that before but she was right, it had been a retreat for me."Yes, I suppose it has been, it still is." Have I spoilt it?"I put an arm around her and she rested her head on my chest."No, no you've not spoilt it sweet Jen, all you've done is to improve it."I felt her cheek moving against my chest as she smiled."You don't always fuck your words up you know, sometimes you get them exactly right.".