In any case, you'll bedressing like a girl until I say otherwise. The choice you have is this.Go like this today and maybe get a better deal, or put u... a fuss, andyou'll be dressing exactly like this, maybe even worse, until yougraduate; that I can promise!"That's what he said. What it really meant was, would I rather be shot, orwould I prefer being hung. Either way I was going to be dead meat. Theonly question was when, not if."Well?" mom asked.Since I just knew that when the other kids saw. “There was something in her eyes, the way she looked at me,” said Tessa. “She actually looked horny.”“Do you like girls, erm, women?” I asked.“Oh, that is one of my fantasies,” she replied. “One day, I want to taste pussy.”“That is rather hot,” I said.“Well, about Mrs. Winterbottom,” I continued. “She should probably tell you herself, but I think she is probably bisexual. Maybe she sees how sexy you are, and wants you as much as I do.”“Really?” asked Tessa. “That is interesting. She is a hot. “We’re used to it.” He stood up and grabbed his jacket. She looked surprised and sat up straighter.“Are you going?”He nodded. “Like I said; one beer and I’ll leave.”She fidgeted and he stared down at her. Her mouth opened, then closed and she looked at the ground.“Something on your mind kid?” He reached out and tilted her chin up.“I mean you don’t have to go?” She shuffled uncomfortably. “It sounds like you’ve had a rough night, least I can do is let you have a drink and sit down for a bit.”He. "Yes what?" she asked giddily."I want to have sex with my daughter."She gave my boner a little squeeze and then got up from her stool. "Dance with me." Huh?" What? Your dick is as hard as a rock and I want to feel it pressed up against me," she grabbed my hand. She wasn't taking no for an answer. She pulled me up off of my stool and we headed over to the juke box. I heard her say something as we walked over there, but it was a mumble and I couldn't quite make out what it was. It sounded like "I.