I was raised by Miss America 1979. My mom in fact. She told me there was beauty in my future. But she never said there was beauty in my past. 25 years of pageants. All for 25 minutes of fame. Thats the main difference between my Mom and me. Thats also the reason I ended up with Marc.
Marc was the only jewish kid in the town. Mom liked gay's and jews. She thought they were spectacular. Only if Marc was gay. Then he kissed me one day while at one of my Mom's fund's.
"I love you."
Exactly a week later he died. I killed him. By accident. But no one will ever know I did it.