I had some good friends but I missed my time at public school where I had both girl and guy friends.Now it was Christmas break and I had gotten a lett...r to come home. But it wasn’t to the home that I was raised in. After my mother passed away when I was ten years old, my father became my sole guardian. He only wanted what was best for me.After watching me grow into a teenager, my father had been having mixed feelings for me. He saw how much I was looking more and more like my mother but he kept. I kinda have an interest in that sort of thing. I mean, you look like an intelligent guy. You must know that some guys like to, well, dress differently. I’m not saying that you were buying that stuff for yourself, but if you were, it’s totally ok with me. I’m not a person to judge. In fact, I would think it was awesome if you were. As I said, I’m simply interested.”“What kind of interest?” I asked, still hesitating if I should run away or not.“Listen, Remy,” he said softly, “I’m not saying that. The girls all gathered around, then sat on the floor while leaning back against their animals, and listened carefully as Kris began to tell them some of the things she had learned in the first thirty-six hours of her life with a tiger.Joyce left the room with Rajah and rejoined Bobbie and her class. At the end of the day, the mothers came in followed by the young women with their tigers, along with Kris and Sasha. Bobbie smiled and said, "This morning we started on Greek and this afternoon, on. "That's enough." He said, just a hint of something she couldn't quite place in his voice. Was it lust? Or more concentration? Perhaps he was upset.She was really going to drive herself insane trying to read this man. She hesitated again, gazing up at him with curious eyes. "What will you have now?" She asked softly. He didn't answer her.Instead he took her hand and pulled her up, pulling her body tightly to his. Her nipples pressed tightly to his chest, and it nearly hurt, she wanted to be.