I open the shower door just enough to slip in so I can join you but so you won’t notice the cool air. For a second I just stand there admiring your ...ack muscles trying to decide what I should do to get your attention. As I am standing there staring, you reach to grab the shampoo, so I seize the opportunity to press myself against you and place my hands on you.Startled, you immediately whip around with a weird look on your face until your eyes fall to mine. Your face turns from fright and shock. . hang on while I imagine that for a moment). Gay kids today don't know how easy they have it. Sure, there was a Gay and Lesbian Alliance at the student center, and special Pride events and the like, but there was still a lot of homophobia pervading the student body. My first roommate was just the kind of meathead whose favorite insult was to scream "FAG!" and who basically papered the walls on his side of the room with nearly-pornographic posters of women. I really, really didn't want him to. I was fuming and sought to get revenge. Since Mom and I were sort of in this together. I confided in her and she wanted to turn the tables also. The next weekend Babs was getting ready to go to a bar and told Mom and I to make sure we were good subjects and she may reward us when she got home. I stood up and told Babs that she needed to be good and that she wasn't going out tonight. She tried to blow me off. Until I grabbed ahold of her arm and told her that she was going to service Mom and I. Evidently, her murderers were quite expert at hanging people they didn’t like. ‘They probably had to loop the rope from an elevated position,’ Inspector Papadopoulos explained, ‘so we’re looking for evidence of snagged clothing. Our main task is to establish for sure that this wasn’t a suicide, although I can’t see how it could have been. In any case, we ain’t heard anything from you ladies to suggest that Miss O’Hara was the suicidal type. Suicides don’t normally involve as much cooperation.