He stroked the back of his shaved head and sighed. “Honestly, I love you guys, but you really are pigs.” Everyone had already left. I was the last... one to quietly make my way towards the front door. I looked over my shoulder and saw him reluctantly pick up one of the cups. “Do you….need help with that?”He threw the empty cup back on the floor and responded: “Nah, don’t bother. I’ll do it in the morning.”“Are you sure? It’s no big deal. If we do it now you can fall asleep easier tonight.” He. I told her that I wanted to have a try at being a swinger with Sylvia. We spent months talking about this, getting used to the idea of seeing each other having the most intimate of relations with another person and becoming swingers. As we talked about it, we realized we both would be OK with swinging, as long as the other person was OK with it. So, we decided to try to become swingers for real with Tom and Sylvia. We planned on inviting them over for a party, just the two of them, but without. The truth is they are right.Mom and Dad, you think it's just a phase. Well, It's a hell of a longphase to go through. I think all parents turn a blind eye to theirchildren's fault. And my fear was that you would soon found out who Ireally was/am, and hate me for it. The one time I was happy and am happy was at Louisa's. She reallyconsidered me as her sister. Once I told her that sometimes I pee in mytrousers and I like it. She then came up with an idea to put a diaper onme. I wasn't at all. Not this shit again. Manny!I can’t get to you ... the crowd’s managed to surround you.That’s not good ... and they’re not listening to me. Wait ... I think I hear a familiar voice.“Henry, I think the lady is in a great deal of trouble. Would you run and inform the Vice-Principal of the situation?”“Tis’ the right thing to do. I go with the speed of a lion Richard.”It’s the Shakespeare boys!Should I still try to force my way through?Yeah. Whatever help they can bring will still pale in comparison.