The beatings affected the development of my manhood.The beatings continued until I started to grow taller than him. At about eighteen years of age, ri...ht out of high school, I went to work. I tried to move out of home, but making minimum wage and only working forty hours a week was not conducive to being self-supporting.I was slinging hash at a restaurant when Kate started working there as a waitress. She was very pretty, and she seemed to look my way often. It took a lot of non-verbal. He didn't mess all over the place, except when it was muddy outside and his feet needed to be wiped off.A few weeks went by with me noticing that Luther was not missing any night now without sleeping in my room. No problem I thought, as long as he doesn't mess things up, all would be OK with me.One night, about two in the morning, I heard him rustling about. He had put his head on the bed and was looking at me. I gave him the friendly pat on the head. "What do you want boy, I asked". He just. When I asked if he wanted to know if what was reported was true he stated that it did not matter to him, so I did not need to tell him anything.When I returned to the kitchen, my mother stared at me saying nothing. After I got a glass of orange juice and sat down across from her. Looking at me, she asked if the article was true. Thinking that a demonstration would be more effective than just stating the article was true. So to show off in front of my mother, I put my hands about a foot apart,. They could pick a different date every night, screw whoever took them out and have wild times as long as they could make morning formations. Most of them ended up pregnant and married to other soldiers. I had already been down a similar road. I certainly enjoyed sex, but I didn't want to be thought of as one of the "20 dollar WAC's".The second kind kept to themselves. The Army was pretty sudden death on Lesbianism but it flourished in the barracks in a very careful fashion. I received several.