Surely it would be Brent. It had to be Brent."Hello?" she said, expectantly."Jeanette, it's June Francis." Oh ... hi June." She was afraid to ask her ...if she had heard from Brent."Are you OK, Jeanette? I know what happened. Brent was here. He wanted to talk to Walter. He's very upset and uncertain right now. He doesn't know what to say to you."With that, Jeanette broke down and began sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, June, I don't know what to do. I've been so stupid and I don't. On signal Kim began stroking my red hair, I reached toward her and tangled a finger in a black curl. We turned toward each other and lightly kissed, running our hands over each other's boobs. Even without opening my eyes, I could tell the boys were all paying attention. We reached under each other's tee shirts, neither one of us was wearing a bra. Kim's tit flesh felt warm in my hand. We broke the kiss and looked around the room. The boys all jerked awake as if a spell had been broken. Looking. We'd only been dating about a month and she already knew too much about me. She told me my bi-sexual fantasies, and even my interests in chastity play, turned her on! "So," she said. "I can lock you up and throw away the key? Make you my own little boy-toy?" "It's kinda early for all that," I told her. I did, however, agree to going out with her to this gay bar I knew about but had never been to. I was actually almost afraid to go to a gay bar alone. I had no idea what to expect and her going. I didn't need to go, since I was going to be a wife, homemaker, and mother. Joey and I had talked about it for years. He was going to follow in his father's footsteps by serving his country. When he was done, we would get married and he would continue his education.Prom night was the night that a lot of couples had sex for the first time. Joey and I were king and queen of the prom. More than one of his buddies made comments about what we would be doing later that night, since we weren't.