This time I did it in her house, and my heart was still racing from the excitement. I probably could’ve just told her the truth, like I had many times before, but this time was different from the rest. She had known for quite some time that I was sexually active. I was usually pretty open about my sex life with her. “No, we weren’t,” I tried to assure her, but I doubt she believed me. My mother was blasting Al Green like she did every Sunday when she cleaned the house.
