I thought I should throw that part in because I will go on to talk about the double shifts I was working. He was pretty lame when he decided to hold a butter knife to my throat and said that “Rebecca” (as he’d say rolling his “r”’s) was his and to back off. Sex romantic At the new school, I met a guy named Steve, who was my age. He was pale skinned, tall, skinny, had pimples and dark black hair. So, I knew of a gay local phone line for guys to meet from the newspaper and so I called it. He did let me suck his cock a few more times when he’d stay over our house some weekends and he’d fantasize and talk about screwing my mom and about how big her tits were and how he’d love to fuck between them.
