Gary was a serious fag too, like a stereotype, and older the others. He was the only one there who wasn't interested in me, because I was mostly a gir... and he only liked boys. He seemed to like my dad a lot, even though I told him Daddy wasn't queer. All the guys ignored him since they were pretty much only into girls, so Gary pouted a lot and sat in a corner reading magazines mostly, or doing his nails ... It was kinda funny. I never really liked draq queens either, they sorta weirded me out,. “You will be all right soon,” Jason told her. He proceeded to treat her back, butt, and thighs as he had her sister’s. When done, he also wrapped her in a towel and had her sit near the fire. He rinsed out the wash cloth and hung it near the fire to dry. The water was dumped in the slop bucket to be removed later.“I am going to the kitchen to get something to eat,” he told the girls, “would you like something too?”“Yes, Master, please. We have not eaten in two days,” they both replied, again in. To my relief, there was only one other boy inside. To my horror, that boy was Scott Brady.I remember swallowing hard as I stood just inside the shower doorway, watching Scott Brady's muscular form from behind as he stretched one of his powerful arms up to wash its underside, revealing the dirty blonde hair in his armpit as he did so. Scott Brady was a jock. That didn't really do the term justice, actually. Scott Brady was an athlete, who lived and breathed sport. In addition to gym class, he. . what a dork..." Diane said, still giggling.Heather just grinned and sipped her drink as they wandered towards the intersection."Wow, I never knew that about him," Diane said when she finally regained her composure."I thought I had told you at some point." Heather shrugged. "Oh well, now you know. So don't ever date that guy." Well, I never intended to anyway. He takes a shower, what, maybe once a month?"Heather smirked. "So your turn. What's the next thing you got for me?" Hmm. I think I.