Black Horse
10-27-2008, 08:21 PM
(no not me!)
Little David is in the 5th grade. Yesterday morning when the
teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a
living, all the typical answers came up: fireman, policeman,
salesman, etc.
The teacher noticed that little David was being
uncharacteristically quiet and so she asked him about his
father.
My father's an exotic dancer in a gay bar and takes off all
his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's
really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and do
it with him for money.'
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly
set the other children to work on some coloring, and took
little David aside to ask him, 'Is that really true about
your father?'
'No,' said David, red faced. 'He plays for the Bengals
but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the
other kids.'
Little David is in the 5th grade. Yesterday morning when the
teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a
living, all the typical answers came up: fireman, policeman,
salesman, etc.
The teacher noticed that little David was being
uncharacteristically quiet and so she asked him about his
father.
My father's an exotic dancer in a gay bar and takes off all
his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's
really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and do
it with him for money.'
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly
set the other children to work on some coloring, and took
little David aside to ask him, 'Is that really true about
your father?'
'No,' said David, red faced. 'He plays for the Bengals
but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the
other kids.'