She knew who her husband held responsible for the rest of what had happened at the hotel."I know," Ashley said softly. She took a deep breath."I've do...ne a lot of thinking," she began slowly. "I thought about what you said about lying to you. I talked to Mom too." Okay," Brad said noncommittally."I told Mom a little about what had happened," Ashley said with a sigh. "Not the... you know... swinging stuff, but about walking off with two friends and stuff." She took a deep breath."Mom wanted to. Shivers ticked up his spine. He desperatelyAnthony looked away for a moment, thinking, before he leaned close, his forehead knitted with anger and passion. "Rob. man! Like I admire you so much that when that motherfucker called you a faggot, I—just blew up." Anthony downed the rest of his drink, slamming the shot glass back down on the counter."I want you to know I got your back, you know, like we're brothers." Anthony's face was flushed."You want to go back and chill at the house?" Rob asked,. You slip a finger inside of me, feeling me grip you as your move it slowly in and out of me. Once again, I am so ready for you. I let myself build up, as you stroke me with your fingers with one hand, the other still rubbing up and down my spine.I can't take any more; I roll over and pull you on top of me, pulling your face down to mine to kiss you with ardor. My fingers are twined in your hair as we make out, your free hand rolling my nipple. I try to pull you into me, but you want to. I never meant for this to happen." He put his clothes back on but, being the sweet, kind boy that he was, he held me in his arms and rocked back and forth while I cried on his shoulder like a little baby. He had no idea that he was sending me a message that would affect my behavior for years to come.He didn't act any differently when I saw him in school the following Monday. I remember being unable to understand that. If a boy had done to me what I did to him, I would have been deeply.