'You have a very nice butt, just like a girl's' my neighbor complimented me. 'And look at those lips, big like a female pays money for. Do you fuck fo...r money?'I blushed and stuttered -since by now i NEEDED sex- 'yes, how much would you pay to fuck me?' with my highest, most girly voice. 'Boy, you need some good loving! What if I give you a hundred, let you have me enter your pussy?' 'Do you have a condom and lube?' 'Fuck yeah!' he stepped into his boat, and came out with said objects. I blushed. The Haitian athlete and his African-American poet girlfriend. I loved Alison and we got married right after graduation. For a long time, we were happy. One big happy family living in the city of Brockton. I worked as a corrections officer and Alison was a public school teacher. Then one day I discovered something about myself which I’d been denying for years. I was bisexual. I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I know liberalism fills America’s hearts and minds right now but things such as. .. I... I... know it's you, Wilson."I had to think real fast. What could I say? The one thing I had going for me was that it was dark. She still didn't know what I had in my hand."I... I... I... I'm sorry I woke you, Abigail. I came in to turn off the television."I couldn't see her but I heard her shifting around. I hoped she was still drunk. In that case she might believe me and let me sneak off into my room. I saw her outline trying to sit up. For a brief second she loosened her grip on my. She was in sleeves and hot pants. She looks amazing. Before I came she took a bath and washed her hair. She was just awesome. We started to work but she was busy on her phone. I told once to focus. She said sorry but again and again, she was on her phone.I got angry and told, “Can you talk with your boyfriend after we complete our work.” She said, “I don’t have one. Do you?” I said no. So it was a chance to try. I said please focus now. We continued our work, it was 1:00 AM. I said I have to.