I heard rumors of Brucewearing his mother's clothes, but ignored them and we remained friends.I now remember that women's underwear tended to be in ar...as of Bruce'shouse that I guess were not normal, but what did I know or care? Bruceand I were not exactly hunks and even though I played sports, I was notthe popular date for the girls. I was awkward around them anyway. Bysenior year of high school I was known as "safe date." You know, the guywho wouldn't try anything on a date or after a dance.. Most of the other student-athletes were lithe, good-looking people. The women's rugby team was known as the Fat Chicks Club, and not affectionately.Life on campus was okay for the most part. I liked school. I did well in my criminal justice classes. I liked playing rugby. Unfortunately, there was a downside. I was desperately lonely and hadn't had sex in ages. One day, I spotted the sexy Jackson Hall by himself in a dark, isolated corner of the Winston College campus library. He was jerking off. "Jennie, sweetheart," he said. "How many people are we going to be?" Dunno," Jennie said. "I'm working on that. The raw list is somewhere over 100. Better ask for room for 150 - we can always adjust it with the table setting." Jesus - do we even know that many people?" George asked in horror."Yes, well, your extended family is rather large your mother told me - even though the Japanese may not be able to come. From my Mum's side it will only be her, Cedric and Cedric's sister and brother-in-law. It wasn’t ancient Texas history on Regina’s mind that night, however, as she led Tommy to a park bench under a drooping willow tree.“Let’s sit here and talk for a minute Tommy, the evening is too beautiful to rush home.” Regina said.Guileless Tommy agreed. It was in fact, a gorgeous early November night. The weather was unseasonably warm, and a huge Hunter’s Moon seemed as if it were close enough to touch. Regina had plotted the exact place for them to sit, because the large statue of Brantley.