It had been two weeks since that fateful night I babysat for the Holt's. I was still trying to process what happened, and what it meant. For the first eighteen years of my life, I had never thought about having sex with a man; I thought I was 100% straight. For the first time in my life, I masturbated thinking about a man. In fact, since that night all I had masturbated to was Mr. Holt. I hadn't heard anything more from t...