That’s when I looked into the big mirror for the first time. I studied my reflection and was kind of surprised to see that I looked like myself. I e...pected some older guy to be looking back at me, a guy that looked like he had been living on the streets. Instead, I saw a young, decent-looking clean-cut Ray with light brown skin and dark hair I got from my Puerto Rican Mom, and the greenish eyes that my Irish Dad passed along. The outsides didn’t match how I felt inside, and I was glad about. You know. Plots within plots within plots.." "Oh.." "Suz?" Joey said as she walked into bathroom. "Hmmm?" "Can I join you? I don't think I could reach it all." "You can come, but don't think for a moment I don't see right through you, horny boy." "Tim? Come with us? Please?" I thought about it, but I wasn't in the mood. I said, "Thanks Joey. But I want to think a little more." "Suit yourself," Joey sighed. While I laid there, listening to Suzi giggling once in a while during their shower talk,. His strong hand sweeps up my leg and rolls over my exposed stomach, his thumb softly tracing under the curve of my breast. I let out a soft moans at his hungry touch and my body arches back towards him. Putting his hand over my stomach he pulls me against him, and I feel him pulsing against my soft, round bum. His hand moves over the silky fabric of my little shorts and squeezes then gently slaps one of my cheeks, but I know what he really wants; pressing his now rock hard bulge against my bum. I have been struggling with this for a while now. I am so sorry, I misjudged you.” she apologized.“It’s ok Miss Margie, I just want Jen to be happy.” I replied.“It took me a while to come to that same realization Jeff. As long as she is happy, that is all that’s important to me.” she said.She went on to tell me she had met Tiffany and she seemed like a very nice girl. She told me it would still take some time to get used to it, but she would work through it. She thanked me and moved back to her.