Boy Meets Girl

"Right," Jennifer agreed.

Stephanie looked at Brad. "So, how do you want to play it?"

"I'll keep quiet," he said. "What the hell? If Dave's a faggot, that's his business, not mine. If he wants to go out with a chick with a dick, that's up to him. I'm not my brother's keeper."

Stephanie smiled, but there was no humor in her expression. "Good boy. I think we understand each other."

Brad shook his head, disgust evident on his face. He started the car. "This date from hell is over," he declared.

Stephanie turned the engine off. "There's just one more thing," she told Brad.

He stared at her, hatred etching his stone-cold features. "What's that?" he demanded.

"The term is 'transsexual,' not 'chick with a dick.' I don't want to hear any more insults about transsexuals," she said icily, "and I especially don't want to hear any insults about my sister. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," Brad said. He started the engine.

As he pulled the car back onto the dirt road and drove out of the tree-sheltered hideaway, toward the paved road that would take them home, Jennifer squeezed Dave's hand.

"I love you," she whispered.

He gave her cock a playful squeeze in return. "I love you, too," he said.

Outside, the dark shadows of shrubs and trees raced away from them on either side of the road, and their hometown waited in the valley below, its lights ablaze in the darkness. Overhead, the stars, bright and twinkling, seemed to wink knowingly and to smile, and the face of the man in the moon wore a benevolent and approving grin.