Chapter 8

Sitting on one of the couches downstairs in the hotel’s lobby Gabe sat with his arms crossed, legs pressed firmly together with his ankles crossed he fumed. Unable to pull his thoughts free of the indignity of his predicament even as he told himself this will all pass. The high school students slowly came downstairs, hanging out in the relative same area he took notice of the less than fine dining worthy clothing they were wearing. Some did have clean white button up shirts or blouses, black slacks or skirts, but that wasn’t all of them.

Soon a familiar face was sitting next to him, Becky almost or sort of dressed up. She had on a blueish-purple halter top dress with a tulle skirt that was a little shorter than his own dress. Then she wore her normal blue jean jacket over it with her baby blue converse. She wasn’t wearing something ridiculous like white opera gloves. It made Gabe feel smaller by the fact he was dressed girlier than the teen girl next to him.

Seeing her new friend looking out of sorts Becky plopped down next to her in a way that would make her mother go crazy. She swung her feet forward over landing in an exaggeration like she fell. Then she leaned over and bumped her shoulder into Gabby. “Hey there, you are looking all sorts of great tonight.” She saw the other teen give her a look that just screamed that she felt doubtful of the statement. “Don’t give me that look, you pull it off Gabby. I wonder if I could pull off the gloves.”

Taking a slow breath Gabe gave a sarcastic reply. “Well you can have them if you want.”

“Hmm, I don’t think they would look good with my jacket, we could swap.” Becky said before pressing her lips together. The dress she wore was something her mom picked out. Megan Best took pride in how she looked and wanted her daughter to be another girly girl just like her. Becky didn’t hold it against her, her Aunt Amanda was the same way, just how they were raised. She just wasn’t like that, she was perfectly happy mixing what others considered girly with a bit of a tomboy look. “Well I would, but it isn’t for me and I get cold easy.”

Gabe only nodded, he would say something about girls always getting cold easy, but because of his small frame and lack of muscle mass that he just never seemed to be able to gain. Not that he was ever able to keep himself consistent going to the gym, all of that contributed to him just as easily getting cold. “Shame.” He replied, wanting to be free of them.

Still the girl had been nice to him, trying to make an effort, he could see it, he just wanted no part of it. Yet he was stuck and it wouldn’t kill him to be nicer to one of the few ppl not making this situation worse with their childish antics. “You look nice too.” He then partially lifted his heeled foot. “If you don’t want the gloves, can I interest you in these?”

Before Becky could respond, one of the other students, Jennifer, the red haired girl that had laughed at Gabby earlier in the White House, spoke up. Her ring leader, Sarah, was nowhere to be seen at the moment. “I love those shoes, and that dress! I wish my mom was like yours, she never would let me wear something like that. You’re so lucky.”

The idea that the girl thought he was lucky to have Maria as a mom was odd, people being jealous to have Maria as a parent was so shocking. Especially when he had just had a fight with her where she threatened to ruin his life if he didn’t play ball.

That was when Gabe saw a familiar flash, looking off in its direction he saw the supposed good mom taking his picture with Jennifer standing next to the couch with Becky at his side. ‘Another photo…’

Coming up to the group, pleased with herself for capturing a moment with Gabe mingling with his supposed peers. “Oh, don’t you girls look so pretty! Becky, your mom has excellent taste” She wasn’t sure why but the girl didn’t seem to like the compliment or so her face reflected despite what she said.

“Thank you.” Becky then got up from the couch thoughts of how her mom wanted her to bring some kitten heels with her on the trip and how it spiraled into yelling and her slamming he bedroom door to continue packing for the trip. “Gabby I will catch up to you later.” She said before walking away with Jennifer following soon after.

Gabe was about to chew Maria out again, or at least felt like it. Not because she chased Becky off, he couldn’t care less about that. He just hated that she took another photo of him dressed like this. Depending on the timing she might have got him in a moment that it looked like he was showing off his hated footwear like he enjoyed them. Before that could be more than a thought their boss Mr Banks showed up on the scene.

“Ladies, I have to say you look wonderful.” The large man said happily.

Enjoying the attention Maria smirked at the blonde man and replied in a friendly teasing tone. “Wonderful?”

“I would say so, but…” Samuel motioned to who he believed was Gabriella. “Beautiful, you my dear take after your mother in the best ways.” He then returned the pretty hispanic woman’s smirk with a smile of his own. His intention was to compliment Maira through her daughter, but felt like it might have been a mistake considering what he thought her feelings might be from an earlier encounter. Trying to bulldoze past that he kept talking. “How about I get a picture of the two of you?”

The offer was the last thing Gabriel wanted, it was bad enough Maria was sneakily taking photos or making him smile and pose for her at the mall. Now his boss was getting in on the action, even if it was unknowingly. Looking to his sister who was standing there he shook his head.

“Don’t mind her, you know how teenagers can be, not wanting photos taken of them all while they are almost constantly taking selfies of themselves. I’m sure Gabriella would if she had a phone, but she just often gets these bouts of low self esteem.” Maria said to her boss, before looking in her siblings direction. “Stand up hija, let's go take a nice photo of the two of us.”

The single photo turned into a few, him standing there with what appeared to be a happy, but demure smile on his face, gloved hands clasped in front of him, with the purse Maria prepared for him hanging from his shoulder. While Maria held her arm around his waist, leg pumped up to the side, looking like a happy and proud mother. It was horrible and the only thing he could think to do to end it was to convince the tall man that it was time to go. “Tengo hambre.”

Giving the feminized man a scathing look she turned it into something friendly when turning back to the blue eyed man. “She says she is hungry and I suppose we don’t want to be late for our reservation.”

Looking a this watch Samuel clenched his jaw for just a moment, it was a few min past time for them to leave. He didn’t regret taking the time with the DeLeons, but he was here to lead. “Good call, lets get everyone rounded up. “Gabriella, do you think you could help your Mom and I get all the students up front to get on the bus?”

It wasn’t long before the group made it to their next destination on a rather full day. The place was unbelievably fancy compared to anything the students had been to. This type of environment was new to Maria as well, her budget on a teachers salary making restaurants like this out of her range. While Gabe had been to nicer places a handful of times with Fraternity brothers that didn’t have such limited funds as him.

The menus themselves were written in German, making it difficult for the students to make out what things were. Taking a good ten minutes Sam explained the menu as the group got comfortable in the reserved room. Him explaining each item, what was in it and how they could use their phones, if they had them to try and figure out what they would like best.

Glancing about the room, the students sitting at tables with their little cliques, he didn’t have a place. On the far end of the room sat Maria and Samuel Banks, a table he should be at since he was one of the chaperones, only he wasn’t. Everyone saw him as one of the students, someone to be watched, not someone to be in charge. Yet he didn’t fit in with the others, nor did he want to. The longer he stood there though the more awkward he felt and decided to join them anyhow.

On one side of the table was Banks, sitting in the middle seat of the rectangle table a few students talking to him about the menu, while his sister sat on the other side of the table on an end seat.

Taking a handful of mincing steps he recited the little training mantra in order to not fall on his face or hurt himself out in public. The idea of falling down and then the stupid skirt flipping up exposing himself in a way that everything would be over would not go over well for him. Giving his sister a fake smile he pulled out the chair and was ready to sit down when the girl that was starting to become his shadow came walking up to get his attention.

“Hey Gabby.” Beckky gave a shy apologetic smile to her friend's mom who was one of her favorite teachers. “I’m sorry if I was rude earlier Miss DeLeon.” The entire drive over she was upset with herself for how she reacted. Being a teenager she blew the entire thing up in her head, getting more and more upset with herself. She liked the tulle dress and that was what Miss DeLeon was really complimenting and hated that her mom was right, not that she would admit it to her.

“Think nothing of it.” Maria responded, waving her hand in the air, causing her bracelets to clink together lightly. While they talked Gabe felt out of place, one of his students standing to his side, talking to his sister. The shoes put a strain on his calves. He took a step backwards in order to sit down on the chair he had pulled out so he could sit facing the two, not wanting to give his sister a reason to think he was being rude. She was being crazy and didn’t want to test her right now. What none of the three really paid attention to was one of the other students walking around them, it wasn’t that they didn’t see him, just that they didn’t pay him any attention.

The young man had sat down in the pulled out seat, he wanted to talk to his new school principal, not about the menu like some of the other students around him. He saw the man’s large arms and wanted to see if he had any tips for bulking up. The school didn’t have a weight lifting team and he hadn’t been good enough to make it on the football team so he was hoping to get some advice. He thought nothing of the girls talking, not that he hadn’t noticed them and admired what he saw, but they weren’t his target, not that he thought he ever really had a chance with the gorgeous girls or the theater teacher he had a crush on his freshman year.

All of this came to be a problem when Gabe sat down on what he thought was the chair and instead sat firmly on Evan's lap. Causing a lot of things to happen all at once, like sitting down on the unexpected surface causing Gabe to shift and shuffle. While Evan’s instincts went to keep the girl from falling and wrapping his arms around her in a way that trapped her arms to her sides. Gabe’s eyes went wide, as he turned his head to see the boy he vaguely recalled from his classes and practically not at all on the trip. So much had been going on that he had to focus on that more than half the kid’s faces had been blank in his mind.

“MMmmmmmm!” With his mouth closed the dress wearing man started to freak out, he tried to get up but not thinking straight he didn’t put his feet together to push off, instead scrambling in a way that made unexpecting Evan feel like the girl pushing more into it and grinding her ass into his crotch. That action caused his hormonal driven body to have a physical reaction and Gabe felt something under him through the thin dress and panties that was warm and growing firmer.

Despite what was going on in Gabriel’s mind to others it gave the impression of a pretty girl being publicly, very forward. Not sure what to make of what was happening Maria was stunned to silence for longer than she would have liked, but she wasn’t like her brother who froze up in emergencies. “Gabriella Grace, get off that boy’s lap. This is not the time or place, if you two want to flirt you can do that later.”

Letting the girl go Evan felt his cheeks burning, he had heard some of the other girls teasing Miss DeLeon’s daughter. The familiar calls of slut had been ignored, and not something he would ever call any girl. One word of that coming back to his parents and he would be dead, but she had just so brazenly hopped onto his lap and squirmed there while making a high pitched sound like an overly excited tween made him more than excited.

“I ahh…” Even started to say as the girl stood up and he saw the looks on the faces of the other students, the scene getting everyone’s attention. Then he looked to the trip's chaperones. “Sorry, I umm, we can talk later.” With that he power walked to the restaurant's bathroom, wanting to run in hopes no one noticed the bulge in his pants.

Eyes firmly on the floor, drifting from left to right, Gabe held his gloved hands firmly in front of him, hands squeezed tightly into fists. ‘Did he have a hard on?! He… he held me down on his dick!’ He thought as he tried to make sense of the situation. Not being pulled back to reality till his pretend mother spoke once more.

“Gabriella, why don’t you sit down.”

This time looking where he was going Gabe sat down in his seat, not daring to look at any one’s face, wishing he could just crawl under the table to hide. Sitting there Maria’s words started to actually filter into his mind. ‘Did she say I was flirting?!’ Shaking his head he mouthed the word, trying to comprehend why she would say such a thing. “Flirting.” Cutting into his thoughts he heard the voice of Becky to his side. Once more so much in his head that he hadn’t noticed the raven haired girl sitting down in the other free seat.

“Yeah, flirting.” Becky tried to clarify, thinking she was repeating it because of the language barrier. “You showing Evan that you like him.” Becky bounced her head from side to side. “A little forward though, like seriously, wow.”

“Evan?”

Becky couldn’t help but laugh. “You didn’t even know his name and went for it, seriously girl, wow. You act all shy and then jump at the chance to shoot your shot.“

“No…” Gabe said more to himself than the teenager talking to him. The memory of feeling one of his students growing member through the thin material of his clothing burned into his mind and wanting to get distance from it.”

Putting her hand on her friend's shoulder Becky gave it a light squeeze. “No isn’t going to work here, everyone saw what you did.”

The dress wearing man’s bottom lip quivered. “Everyone?” He asked, knowing at that moment that he was good as dead as soon as he went to jail for this. It didn’t matter that Evan or any of the students on this trip were already eighteen. Once it came out that he is a teacher it would be right off to jail, on the predator list and then be killed the first day behind bars. He knew it in the same way that he could say the sun is going to come up tomorrow.

Becky didn’t know what she was thinking, guessing she thought things would be okay because they were near the wall and that her mom was busy talking to her while Mr. Bank was talking to others. Maybe she didn’t intend to sit for more than a moment, but it hadn’t worked out that way and it seemed she was back to being shy. Leaving her alone for a bit she moved her attention to the menu on what to eat.

Not feeling like eating anymore and the desire to leave much larger than his original desire to not come having a conflict. That being that he was stuck and that his sister made it clear that he was supposed to be a happy girl and enjoy the evening.

At least half his mind still in full panic, leaving him with a lack of focus Gabe managed to order something called a Sauerbraten, which turned out to just be fancy roast beef and mashed potatoes. Maria got herself a nice Gulasch, which was just a thick beefy stew, and their boss Mr Banks got Bratwurst and Schnitzel, which was sausage and fried pork respectively

Things had gotten intense before and Samuel wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he could tell the girl who grew up in Mexico was internalizing something. Wanting to be supportive instead of a disciplinarian he tried to pull the girl into the present. “So tell me, Princess. Have you had Bratwurst before?” Gabe wanted to snark that he’s had sausage plenty of times, and calling it by another name didn’t make it less disgusting, but Maria gripped his hand tightly to stop.

“I’m sure Gabby hasn’t had a lot of opportunities for such, Sam.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. Here.” He stabbed his fork into the sausage, before reaching across the table, one hand under the piece of meet to catch any drippings. Showing such phallic imagery to Gabe that made the disguised man imagine what would happen if Mr Banks found out the truth. It would be jail, maybe some **** and definitely **** once they found what they would believe to be the truth: that he was a predator. The large man’s words doing little to distract him from those thoughts and the repeated thoughts that just wouldn’t go away of what he felt, what he should never have felt in Evan’s lap. “I promise, it’s way better than it looks.”

Gabe grimaced, but Maria pressed her fingernails into his leg under the table, silently telling him to just suck it up and eat it. He opened his mouth wide and felt like a child being spoon fed by his parents. The Bratwurst wasn’t actually that bad, though he still didn’t care for it all that much. He **** a smile and nodded his head like he enjoyed it though, which got Maria to seize her ****.

Samuel did feel for the girl, she was going through a lot and could only attribute her most recent actions to that. He wasn’t a therapist, but she had her mother and he felt confident what happened would be discussed between them. Pulling his fork back while she chewed, he wanted to ask her some questions and hopefully get her to be more talkative. Believing it the best way to help her become fully fluent in the English language. “So, Gabriella, or do you prefer Gabby? Sam asked after hearing Rebecca refer to her as such.

“Sam.” He heard Maria say his name.

“Hmm?” He eloquently replied.

“Less caveman.” Maria pointed at his fork that he had just served the sausage on before offering it to her daughter.

“OH, sorry.” The large man gave a childish smile before turning back to her daughter. “What was school like in Mexico?” Gabe nearly choked on the sausage as Mr Banks dropped the question on him. He couldn’t tell if the man was secretly plotting some gotcha type event, but he seemed genuine. This only made Gabriel more worried, since if Banks was pressing for holes in his story, he could fill them, but if he’s just telling him random anecdotes about a fake life, he risked creating more holes.

Maria saw her brother’s eyes growing wide with fear, them looking from side to side as he appeared to be struggling on what to do. So she tried to interject. “Sam, dear, I think Gabriella would rather enjoy her time in the states than dwell on such sad things.” She leaned forward to put her hand over his to set his mind at ease to make sure he didn’t think he was the bad guy here, which annoyed Gabe.

He was the one being **** to act out this falsehood and pretend to be a teenage girl, and yet she was more concerned with the feelings of this man she’d barely known. He was her brother! If Samuel Banks or whatever wasn’t here none of this would be happening!

“Horrible.” Gabe pretended to hold back a tear as he spoke, cutting Maria off. When he was maybe six he had been pretty good at crying when needed. Like when he needed to tell their mama how mean Maria was being. It was the perfect tool to get her on his side and while he hadn’t had need for such things in a very long time it wasn’t hard to get his eyes watery. “I would miss school so often cause of…” The story wasn’t going to be one Maria liked, but he could play her game at the same time. “How do you say? Ahhh, gangs.”

He nodded to himself like he was happy to have found a difficult word. “They would come by with their guns demanding we sell drogas… **** for them. My teacher Mr…” Gabe played up the tears in his eyes, tapping each eye with his napkin, not finishing the person's name, hoping it came across as not wanting to say it because of the memory when it was more of the fact his mind went blank when trying to make one up. “He was killed for giving candy to the students cause the la banda… Lo lamento.”

Gabe winced while feeling a bit gleeful for what he believed was a powerful performance. “Sorry, I mean to say gang members thought he was passing out ****. I would go to bed so hungry because we couldn’t afford dinner some nights.” Gabe let a few tears fall from his eyes, crocodile tears, and smiled inside as he watched Banks eat it up, appearing guilty over asking such questions.

Glancing to the side Gabriel could feel the look his sister was giving him. He never understood why the school even hired Maria to teach theater at their school. He had spent years shedding fake tears and cooking up sob stories to win over his Mama’s forgiveness for any mistake he made. Maria spending all her days trying to teach these kids Shakespeare, like any of it was hard, or useful for a career.

Sitting there quietly Maria was livid, the stupid story that had been told. Not only had the little shit milked it, the story itself was bound to draw suspicion, he could barely remember a single thing about the time they stayed in Mexico to visit family. He’s never even seen a gangbanger in his life, let alone a drive-by. She had, of course. She knew what it was actually like down in their home country, it was a wonderful place. But like all places, here, there, bad things can happen. His entire little story was as fictional as the breasts in that dress of his.

Samuel let out a teary sob as listened to the girl’s story. “You poor, poor child.” Hearing him Maria bit the inside of her cheek, realizing in her frustration that if he was going to buy it, she couldn’t risk it all unraveling.

So she moved to hug her false daughter. While it looked like a tearful mother was clutching her child, in reality Maria had put Gabe into a bearhug, crushing the air from him and whispering “Tu pequeña cabrona” in his ear. Calling him a little fucker quickly letting go, she said loud enough for their boss to hear, “te amo bebé.” Directing the phrase I love you baby girl in her false daughter's direction.

“Well, you’re safe now, princess.” Sam wasn’t someone that was afraid to show his emotions, contrary to a big part of his upbringing. The story was sad, no child should have to go through such things, yet he was also happy she felt comfortable enough, welcomed enough to tell her story.

Gabe could not believe man had not only bought it all, but he was still using that term for him. ‘Does he have muscle in his skull instead of a brain?’ Gabe felt his cheeks once more turn a shade of pink as he blushed in embarrassment. A feeling he was feeling enough that one might be able to use the word constantly if they were liberal with it. While Gabe felt his sister attempt to subtly **** the life out of him, the rest of the group only saw a concerned mother fawning over her own daughter, which made Samuel all the more sympathetic to the pair and even a little enamored with the pretty woman.

“And now you will never have to worry about such terrible things again. Here” Sam tapped his meaty finger on the table. “Here in America, you can have a filling meal whenever you want.”

Maria nodded in agreement. “I’ll be sure to cook her plenty of delicious dinners every night. I am an excellent cook, myself” Still being held Gabe groaned at the outright lie, though it seemed to be missed as the pair continued to talk.

“I admit.” Sam stabbed one of the cut up pieces of sausage as he spoke. “It's been a long time since I have had a home-cooked meal.” As the conversation seemed to turn, the attention of the chaperones being on one another, Gabe found his freedom from her grasp. Happy to not be squeezed to **** he did his best to keep from scoffing at Maria starting to twirl her curly hair as the conversation continued.

“I would love to make you something sometime.” The two of them began to shift topics between dinner plans to tomorrow’s lunch plans for the group and general discussion of how to feed the bottomless pits that were a group of twelve teenagers with getting as little complaints as possible. Where the class was going to eat later on the field trip.

That was when Gabe felt someone take his hand, looking to his side he gave Becky an uncomfortable smile, not sure why she was touching him.

Leaning in close, giving a light squeeze to Gabby’s gloved hand Becky wasn’t really sure what to say after hearing about how this grew up. It made the problems with her mom seem so small. “I’m sorry for what you went through.”

“Ah! Yes, umm like, thank you?” Gabe hadn’t meant to pitch his voice in a way that it came out as a question. It felt so intensely wrong for a student to be touching him that it threw him for a loop. He had just spun a tail that could easily be one of those movies Clint Eastwood directed and then he was just about at a loss for words because the blue eyed teen touched him.

“Let's go to the bathroom.” Becky said, letting go of her friend’s hand and standing up.

“What?” Gabe asked, swallowing hard.

Looking over at her teacher Becky let her know where they were going. “Miss DeLeon, we are going to go to the restroom.” She said while Gabe freaked the fuck out.

‘I can’t go into the bathroom with a teen girl!’

Only half glancing at her charge, Maria agreed without a second thought for considering what was about to happen. “Okay dear, just don’t be long.”

Gabriel wanted to argue, wanted to ask her what was wrong with her, but she had so much leverage over him and it wasn’t like he could walk into the mens room. ‘I can say I don’t have to go!’ He thought, but if truth be told he really did need to take a piss and if he said no and then he went after it would look suspicious and it wasn’t like he could get away with using the men's room. Unsure of himself he let the teen pull him up from his seat and took mincing steps as he followed her where few men dared tread.

“No, umm…” Gabe followed along as he was pulled by the wrist. It wasn’t a hard pull, but as unfamiliar as he was in the five inch heels, if he didn’t keep up he was sure he would fall. Looking over his shoulder to try and get help from his sister, he found no salvation there. Considering how engrossed she had been in her conversation at the start of this small trip he didn’t expect much, but had hope. Things had changed, with two students standing next to her table engaging both their chaperones in conversation.

In front of him was the simple stick figure symbol for a woman’s restroom along with the word Damen, he assumed it meant woman or ladys. Intellectually he knew it was just another bathroom, but the idea of walking in there felt wrong. “Becky I don’t have to…” He blinked, mentally stumbling for a moment. The word pee or piss felt more masculine or crass for who he was supposed to be. The only thing really coming to mind is the word tinkle.

“Pee?” Becky helpfully finished the sentence for her friend who hadn’t fully integrated the English language. “Don’t be weird.” She said with a light laugh before pulling the girl into the bathroom with her.

Stepping into the women's restroom Gabe put a hand on the sink counter to feel stable while looking around the room. He could imagine someone coming out of one of the stalls and immediately pointing in his direction and screaming that there was a man in the women’s room. One of the worst parts was that he really did have to go to the bathroom, or at least all the stress of being pulled into the room had made it so.

“Okay, okay.” Becky said looking serious, glancing behind Gabby to the closed door. “What was all that about?”

Gabriel had so much running through his mind at the moment that he just didn’t have a lot of processing power left. He was a fully grown man wearing a dress and shoes that were more meant for photos and bedroom time than for walking, pretending to be a female student seven years his junior. He was supposed to be his own sister's daughter, one who was from Mexico and wasn’t supposed to be fluent in English. And now… he was standing in the women's restroom being interrogated by a teen girl about… something. All of that was a large brush stroke of events that ignored a lot of horrible fine detail.

“I umm, well I do have to…tinkle.” He scrunched up his face, the word had come to him before when what he would normally say felt wrong, but after saying the word it occurred to him how Becky referred to the act. “Just, just too much.” Gabe said in a half whisper, really needing some time to himself to decompress. That and a glass of… a bottle of something to help him get through this.

Snickering, Becky motioned to one of the bathroom stalls. “Then go silly.”

Mincing into one of the stalls Gabe was relieved to see it no different than a men’s room, not that he expected it to be. ‘Get past yourself Gabe, I’m just wound up too tight.’ Trying to calm himself down wasn’t doing him much good with what he had to do in order to actually pee. Hiking up the dress and pulling the soft panties down he almost let them fall to his ankles, but the idea of not just wearing girl’s underwear but wearing dirty ones that touched the floor felt worse, so instead he kept them at knee level. ‘Tinkle, I can’t believe I said that.’

“You didn’t answer my question.” Becky said her words jarring Gabe.

Most guys didn’t speak to one another while using the facilities, causing him to glare at the stall wall in her direction. ‘Can’t anyone just give me a moment of peace?!’ He still wasn’t sure what she was talking about and suddenly the thought that he had slipped up, had given himself away. That this girl realized the person she had dragged into the bathroom was actually her second period math teacher. “I, ahh, nothing is going on.”

“Bull.” The dark haired girl said, rolling her eyes. “Sitting in Evan’s lap and then you flirting with Mr. Bank’s.”

“I didn’t and I… wasn’t!” Gabe’s refusal might have sounded more truthful if his voice didn’t squeak as he tried to raise his voice at the same time speaking in the voice his sister instructed him on. ‘Why me.’ He shook his head, wanting to stay hidden in the stall, but knowing it wasn’t going to help his case.

When Becky saw her friend exit the stall she smirked. “How was that sausage anyways?”

Happy to see the girl act reasonably and drop the subject Gabe moved over to the sink, turning the faucet on to wash his hands. “Bueno, it was good.” That is when he frowned looking down at his gloved hands.

“Yeah? Was Mr. Bank’s sausage juicy?”

Turning the faucet back off Gabriel shrugged his shoulders, feeling the bra strap under the dress pull. “Yeah, I guess… well. Yeah it was.” The topic of food was so much better that the last path the girl was wanting to take.

“Yeah, you did look like you enjoyed putting Mr. Bank’s juicy sausage in your mouth.” As it dawned on Gabe what the girl was saying the true give away was her mask fell away as she started to giggle.

“No!” The lightly veiled sexual talk, the mental image of the large man moving the phallic food to his waiting mouth was too much, the short man’s face lit up like a light bulb. In the mirror, he looked like an uncomfortable, embarrassed, pretty teen. Moving to cover his face in his gloved hands, Gabe shook his head vigorously. “I don’t want to talk about this, please…”

Hand on her hip and another giggle on her lips, Becky felt truly amused. She had been so bold with Evan, then had been so free with her story about her past and here she was acting like a shy prude. Not that she had any experience with being sexual with a boy, the closest she got was kissing a boy on a dare. “You don’t need to be like that, Gabby. I mean, I have seen our principle too, his big strong arms and that smile.” She took in a slow breath imagining who she saw as a hunk of a man wrapping those toned arms around her. Kinda wish he asked me to take a bite of his…”

“Gabby! I mean… Becky! Please stop.”

“Okay, I will, but I can’t blame you for wanting to…” She didn’t finish her sentence with words, instead opening her mouth, pressing her tongue to her cheek to poke it out in the same rhythm she pumped her hand near her mouth.

‘I have no one to really talk to on this god forsaken trip except my sister who wants to tortute me, a student who wants to talk to me about giving a blow job to my boss and that same boss who insists on calling me princess. What did I do to deserve this?’