He watched a few moments, feet frozen to the floor as his mother rode his father slowly about 20 feet in front of him. His eyes roamed along the silhouette of his mother's womanly figure as her hips undulated on top his father and she arched her back in pleasure. As soon as his muscles unseized he raced upstairs to his room and dove under the covers. His heart was pounding, and his brow was wet with perspiration but the strangest of all was the blood that had rushed to his midsection.

It was one of those moments in early adolescence that seemed propelled by a mix of confusing emotions...