As she sat up straight in her chair she reached in a side drawer of her desk. “It’s already all but three o’clock, so here,” she said as she r...ooted in the drawer for something. “Take this and get some food. I’ll come over directly from the office,” she continued as she extended her arm, holding some cash in her hand. I sat there in total terror. I was too far away to reach it without standing up but I couldn’t stand up or she would see that my mind was not fully engulfed in our conversation. A. Here, come have a seat.” She gave one of the trucker types a beer and gave me a soda. “Honey, I know what you and Sherri do for a living. I do not judge, but when you did that, was it for pleasure, or to entertain those that watched them?” I chuckled and said the guys always got pleasure, as I had rarely shot a scene where the guy did not have an orgasm. And we at least enjoyed it most times, even if we did not actually get off. But ultimately it was for those that bought the tapes.“Same thing. Then I asked her about Jim. What if he found out? She said that if we kept things very discreet that she was sure he would never know.Lisa and I held each other tight for a long time. She felt good in my arms; her body was warm and soft against mine. I asked her if she wanted to make love. I thought she might feel strange since I had just been with Sara. She said that she most definitely wanted to. She had to make sure that I didn't go to sleep with thoughts of another woman in my head and that. There wasn’t much question I was fourteen. I was short for even fourteen—and skinny—but I was starting to fill out in my chest and biceps. I worked out. I wanted people to stop saying I was almost too pretty to be a boy. My aunt who I lived with in Norfolk had sprung for a gym membership, trying to give me what I kept bugging her about on building myself up. Other than that, she pretty much left me alone. She didn’t know anything about raising kids. She just couldn’t let me go to a foster home.