He reached in and grabbed the bag of new clothes so that his son could change into them before they went to a public restaurant. There was no way he w...ould dare predict what kind of impression he was making on Jenny. Turning, he saw that Bill was already halfway to the front door. He closed the door and rushed to catch up with his son.The door opened before they reached it. Jenny stood at the door wearing a very nice red dress that showed off her figure in a very spectacular manner. The contrast. These stupid, maddening queer-thoughts he had were just the Devils' influence, perhaps a holdover from that terrible flu he had a few months ago. Maybe being so sick allowed the Devil to attack him; maybe some other actually queer kid coughed on him and got his fag germs all over him, he didn't know. Wherever they came from, they sure as hell didn't come from HIM. He had lived all his 11 years so far without any real sexual feelings at all; why would they suddenly start out of norwhere like. It started very slowly and now I am more than sex-obsessed. With John, a student from the same class, I had my first sexual intercourse, as this is elegantly expressed. His parents were on holiday and had told him to be good. He invited me to join him for supper. As soon as he had closed the front house door, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me like mad. Between two kisses he unbuttoned my blouse and slowly took it off. Now I stood in a pink brassiere in front of him, and he began to. As Peggy slowly regained full consciousness, she began to replay in her mind all the decisions that led to this, her lying naked in a bed with three beautiful naked women. It amused her to think that that changing any one of her past decisions could have changed the events that brought her here. She was glad she didn’t change a single one. The decisions that started it all were made in Paris several weeks ago. Her husband had taken her to France on one of his golf junkets. Peggy didn’t golf but.