But, um, there was something else. Somebody I talked to, um, he sold me this, and told me I should show it to you..."He opened his hand. A chess piece... — a bishop — white.So that was the first time since I had started helping Danny with his business that he directly broke his word. Clearly, Mr. Mellows, my former high school principal, qualified as somebody I knew. Well, that wasn't Principal Mellows' fault — I'd have to take it up with Danny later.It turned out that Principal Mellows lived. There was a lean-to carport attached to the side.The other side of the duplex had already been rented to two men whom I was pretty sure were gay. As long as they didn't hold noisy parties or failed to take care of the property, I was fine with that. When I told my parents about it, my mother was quite worried that the two neighbours would try and "convert me." Dad and I had a good laugh about that later, well out of Mom's hearing.I scrounged enough furniture to have the basics, including a. .Meanwhile Joyce's girlygirl lessons went on just as before because Iwasn't about to let discipline slip after a few little successes. Forthis week's compulsory reading I had selected a quite saucy piece oftext I had found on the web. It was about a glamorous 'girlyboy'describing in detail how he was pleasuring himself with a dildo whilstfantasizing about being with his masculine boyfriend. Vocalising thatpiece of adult writing (and I made it a point he did it in his sweetestgirly voice) made. , that got me the asshole's address. Based on his tag number.St Pete Police warned him, but I met him with a .44 magnum under his nose, (leaning over the top of his Camaro), and promised him that the world was not a big enough place for both of us if he ever bothered my daughter again. I probably should have just shot the son-of-a-bitch, the world would have been better off. I have to admit, however, I have never seen his name on any sex-offenders list. Believer? Maybe so.I had met Claire on a.