The last thing I heard was a woman say to her friend, " I knew that faggot would follow him"I saw him ahead of me on the platform and I followed him o...t of the station. He started walking away, and I almost caught him up, then called to him. He stopped and turned around, I said " something better just came up" a cheesey line I know but I had to say something. He just laughed and said,m" well that's a big opinion of yourself boy, you better be able to back it up with something decent" I told him. I kept thinking about it and in the afternoon I called her and apologized and said “I’m sorry. I like you. That’s why I was looking at you without your knowledge. I’m really sorry.” for which she asked a shocking question “Did I ask for an apology?” I got confused. I asked “What do you mean?” She said “Even I like you. Just because I’m your servant maid I control myself. I would have been happy if you had accepted that you were looking at me.” I did not know how to react. I asked her “So you. You don’t mind if I get undressed do you?” Without waiting for an answer, she unhooked the dress straps from her shoulders and peeled the garment down her body until it hit the floor. She was now only wearing a bra and panties, her cantaloupe sized breasts seemingly threatening to pop out the top of her bra. She leaned forward, showing her ample cleavage to Jack, who found himself unable to pry his eyes away.At work, Kathy had never worn anything even the least bit revealing. Now, Jack was. No real feelings, it was all superficial. I no longer feltconnected to my adoptive family much less this world. Only when my gradesplummeted did my adopted mother go into action.Once an honors student, I now gave minimal effort. I knew exactly how muchI needed to do to pass my classes. It became a game to see if I couldfigure how many questions I needed to answer correctly on any particulartest to get the desired grade. Really, I had no intention of going tosummer school or being held back, but.