’ Elizabeth was watering Bob’s plants. They joked that he was trying to build a hedgerow between his office and the outside world, although it was...’t really that bad. Bob was proud of his plants and Elizabeth liked them and enjoyed looking after them. ‘I wish I could grow stuff,’ Stan grumbled. ‘I must have been born with brown fingers.’ ‘You just don’t care enough about it,’ Elizabeth returned, with a grin. ‘If you cared about plants as much as you cared about music, you could grow things. But. "Why don't you go relieve her?"I nodded. "Okay," I said, my voice cracking so that I sounded like agirl. I cleared my throat. "Okay," I said again, this time soundingright.At the first drive up window, I took orders from customers and then tooktheir money. My voice kept cracking with every fifth or sixth word comingout in a girlish pitch. Standing at the drive up window, I was exposed tothe cool night air; but I didn't think that this was what was causing mytonal fluctuations. It was part. It was confirmed at the underwear party at Holly’s. One of the girls got drunk and took off her bra and panties. You never looked. Then one of the guys dropped his boxers and you stared. Almost everybody got naked, but you didn’t. You hung around the naked guys but kept trying to hide your hard-on. It’s fine. Just don’t ask me to start liking Broadway musicals.” His parents had no understanding but plenty of acceptance. Brett told me, “Understanding is seriously over-rated. Acceptance is what. I leaned forwards for him to remove my mini from under me. I felt as vulnerable as I have never been before. Two beautiful strangers had their fingers close to the entrances of my two nether holes, ready to invade my privacy that belonged to another. I had to make a choice: open up and let them in, or close shop and return to be the property of another. Conflicting emotions flooded my oversensitive body. Desire screamed for release, cried for pleasure, while my rational mind warned me of the.