At first she accused me of wearing falsiesand the demanded that I remove my top down to my underwear so that shecould see.I was embarrassed to do it i... front of Dad, but I did it. They both stoodthere speechless, while I got dressed again and then the barrage ofquestions started. For some reason Mum assumed that my sexual preferenceshad changed and that I would be getting a boyfriend.Dad was more concerned about whether I was going to be able to reversethe process. I tried to answer all their. My first time was back in ninth grade. "No way, are you serious?" She said increduliously. "Are you gonna let me continue?" "Ok, I wanna hear all the details" "You like this don't you."Back in the ninth grade I was having a rough time. My grades sucked, my parents were getting more and more annoying, and worst of all, my love life was non-existient. I wasn't a nerd or anything, I just got kinda uncomfortable around girls. I had plenty of guys for friends, but I needed some female companionship.. The game was at the bottom of the eleventh inning with the game tied at three. With the game on the line I had to keep my mouth shut otherwise Lisa would have a fit. She was afraid I might jinx it and she was sitting still on the couch practically holding her breath. I blame her f****y. They were all die hard Cub fans from her grandfather, to her father, and her little b*****r. It was bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the inning and the batter was down to two strikes. The pitch came. "Maybe we should help Momma want to live," I said.Momma had three prescriptions, one was to keep her insides working because she was lying down so much, one was to help with her arthritis pain, and the last one was a mood elevator. In other words, nothing was wrong with her, except she was getting old.When we got home, I asked Momma if she would like to sit outside for a while. She said she would like that. All the girls came outside, and brought Davey to play. I walked next door and borrowed.