It was hard to read her.“Can we talk about those responsibilities over dinner and a drink?” I asked.“Are you asking me out on a date?” Rachel ...asked.“No,” I replied. “I am a married man and I just thought it would be better to discuss work things in a more casual environment.”Rachel nodded her head in agreement.“Let me get my purse,” she replied.I turned off my computer and met her at her desk outside of my office.“So that no tongues start wagging,” I said, “Just follow me.”We walked out to the. I went through my day, high school, first four periods, lunch, fifth, and finally sixth. I had sixth, math, with Ryan. It was a trig day, and the teacher asked us to split up into pairs. Naturally, me and Ryan teamed up, and got to work. I accidentally dropped my pencil, and he picked it up for me. As he was handing it back to me from the floor, his hand brushed against my package. I thought nothing of it. At the end of class, Ryan asked me to come to his house for a sleepover. I said sure,. During the summer breaks from school I would usually stay with my stepmom’s brother, Uncle Kenny and his daughter Ashley. Uncle Kenny worked a lot and he didn’t trust Ashley enough to leave her alone so he hired me on every summer as a live in babysitter. He would give me anything I needed while I was there, food and all that, and he would pay me at the end of the summer before I went home so I have enough to keep me going until the next year. It was usually a hefty sum. The summer I want to. "No," I said. "But I'll take comment to mean that she would truly enjoy watching the show from backstage."Melissa slapped my arm — hard."If you weren't gay, you would be getting so lucky tonight," she said.I was trying to listen to Greg but he overheard her comment and stopped talking abruptly. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at Melissa."Please tell me you're joking," I said.She laughed."About which part?" she said with a giggle."About the gay part," I said irritably. "I'm not.