Top Secret

by Sarina Bowen

If letting your fraternity brother touch your cock is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

“That’s just it, Dad. I don’t want to work for you. I love research. I’m going to be an academic.” He groans. “Swear to God, can’t you just be gay? Do you have to be an academic, too? It’s like a dagger through the heart.” My jaw opens as wide as a python’s before a meal.