On the way home he apologized again, saying he hadnt had sex for a long time except for jacking off, which he didnt really enjoy and had a hard time shooting off doing it. "I had no right to seduce you. It was wrong." "Robin, I dont know about right or wrong. Maybe you didnt notice, but I liked it. I could have stopped you but I wanted you to seduce me and I loved having sex with a man for the first time and I want to do it again. I dont care if it is wrong." "Are you really sure?" "Absolutely!" It was now my turn to cry. He put his right arm around me and pulled my head over to his chest and drove the rest of the way with only his left hand.

I live in southern Arizona, just a few miles north of the Mexican border. The name of the town wouldnt mean anything to you -- most people in Arizona wouldnt even recognize its name or be able to point it out to you on a map, because it is so small and so remote. I dont believe anyone, including the teachers, even thought about the new teacher, Robin Michaels, being gay. Then one day, during recess, which only the primary and junior high school pupils have, Jack Ensley said, "I think that new teacher has a funny name." Someone asked, "Why?" "Because Robin is a girls name." Someone else agreed and then, to break the silence that had descended over the group, I said