“Jack, you can’t ever tell anyone what we did; everyone would call us queer and if you don’t want to do it again I won’t try to make you.” I thought about it for a moment, “I won’t tell, but it sure did feel good; if that is being queer I am not so sure it is a bad thing,” I replied, “Can we do it again tonight?” “Do what again,” came Shelia’s voice as she came through the door, “You better tell me or I will tell mom that you guys were doing something you were not supposed to last night.” Jeff and I were both shocked, we had not heard her come into the room, “Nothing, shrimp, just forget about it.” Shelia just walked out of the room, she would not forget about it, she remembered everything so we knew we had not heard the last of it.















