Some soap residue just below the faucet. I'm surprised you didn't see it."Damn, the girl thought. "Oh, I'm sorry Ma'am, I'll get it." She started to r...se and froze when she felt Ms. Crow's shoe on her back."Stay there."Ilsa resumed her position on her hands and knees. "My dear Miss Peterson, I thought you had learned, from missing the spot out in the living room, how important it is to be thorough."Ilsa closed her eyes. My god, this woman is a tyrant, she thought. She sighed, realizing she had. One of the common slangs for our soccer players was “field fairies”, which my teammates commonly used. I didn’t necessarily like the term, but I felt peer pressure to use it as well. God forbid I get soft and my teammates start to question my masculinity. I had always been and felt 100% straight. I had dated a few girls in high school, had sex with six different girls, and, being a star basketball player in high school, had always maintained an image of masculinity and confidence. I was pretty. .. since you're not getting in either." The door swung shut."Damn ... best pizza in town," I commented.A very tall, thin black guy with HUGE legs rode by on a very tall bike with monster knobby tires and yelled, "You haven't been to Karl Marx, They have the best pizza, calzones, and meatballs in the state!" What kind of bike is that?"He grabbed hand brakes and squalled to a stop. He pedaled back. "I dunno what you call it. I use it to ride on the beach." You didn't get legs like those riding on. Becky was rubbing herself while looking at the erotic photos of her mother posed in lingerie. Her erect nipples poked against the thin material of her stretch top. I still couldn't move or begin to grasp where this was going."I don't get it Dad... What, you want to fuck me or something? Or you just want to jack off to pictures of me naked?" I... I... I don't know what to say Rebecca. I just... Damn it!" I slammed my fist into my head and slunk to the floor. Tears weld up in my eyes from.