I immediately noticed that many of those dancing were so close together that they could have been having sex except that they were all dressed and in ...a public place. Those who had been to our house for supper were all there, and were dancing as close together as any of the young people were.“You dance so close together?” I said to Margie in surprise.“Yes, this dance is a bit more modern than the waltz, but it’s not difficult to learn,” she told me as a young man joined us for a moment to. Now, I am not the village idiot. I have an IQ of 172. And, unlike Einstein, I actually do tie my shoes, comb my hair, and dress well. So, with all of my more than impressive qualifications, I should have been able to repel her assault on my Psyche; I had an M.A. in Psychology for Chrissakes!"Okay, Lana, for old times' sake." Her glee was almost too much, over the top, suspicious in its intensity. I knew I was in for it, and I wanted to punch myself in the nose for being—well, the village. Louisa lifted it out in piles and dumped it onto the top of the dresser until she found what she was looking for. She had already laid out items that she'd been intending to put on after showering. But the ones she’d been looking for weren’t just everyday underwear. They were more… delicate. When she'd gone to her friend’s wedding Louisa had made sure she'd taken a couple of sets of better underwear. Although she'd gone to the wedding with every intention of looking good; it was never her. Not for me though, for each-other. You’re all gay for each-other. You all wanna make out and have sex with each-other.”“Hey…he’s right…Oh God, I need sex right now!” the bully boy grabbed hold of the nearest boy, who didn’t resist, and began making out with him. All the other boys began pairing off too, and Josh just laughed. He’d just turned a class of straight boys gay and gotten them to start pounding each-other with wild abandon. He sat and watched for a while, turned on not by the gay sex,.