...mon...genre?- Oui! Le genre tr?s eff?min?! Je sais qu'il y a des p?d?s ? qui ?aplait mais moi c'est pas mon truc, j'aurais vraiment trop l'impressi...onde coucher avec une femme. Enfin ce n'est pas que tu es pas bien hein,tu es plut?t mignon m?me! Non mais ne rougis pas, Maxime! Tu es tr?sbien comme tu es, c'est juste que je pr?f?re...les....hommesplus....virils? Masculins? Mais je t'assure, il y a plein plein d'hommes? qui ?a plait ici.Maxime le remercia, et ne dit plus un mot. Il paya son. Well, he couldn't know how bad her day was."You are cordially invited to the 15th Anniversary Celebration of your Junior Prom. Your dress is hanging from the shower rod. Your prince charming waits in the garage."The envelope slipped out of Stephanie's hand as she stumbled back against the kitchen counter. She shuddered and reread the note. Nope, she hadn't been mistaken. It did say Junior Prom. Can it get any worse, she moaned to herself. Darren wasn't insensitive. I've never said anything to. You a baby killer punk?"I knew that we were in trouble at that point. Unfortunately, I had made the mistake of wearing my field jacket into the restaurant."Come on guys, we don't want any trouble," I said."Looks like we got one of them baby killers and a coward guys too," the fat guy said with a sneer.Then I felt rage begin to grow in the pit of my stomach. Settle down, I told myself."Get out of my way asshole!" Jessica said.I saw the guy in front of Jessica reach out and grab her arm. Suddenly. A few seconds into the hug she squeezed me tighter. Again. she let out a msigh with a soft moan.I just thought she was stressed or annoyed.I didn't see much of her the next few days. I saw her before work and that was it. I was always asleep before she made it back home.But one night I caught her coming it. I was a little after 10pm. I was laying on the sofa watching tv. She looked exhausted and done with life. I wanted to make her feel better. She's always making sure that I'm ok.Me- Mom..