He heard his Father drunk. He heard him yelling at his Mother. He heard her screaming back. He knew what this meant for him. He knew that his Father w...ould drag him into the fight when he came downstairs. But what happened next surprised him. The voices got closer, his Father’s voice got closer. Suddenly he heard a loud crash, his bedroom door, then another as his bathroom door burst inwards as his Father kicked it in. The sliding glass door of his shower was ripped from its track, and. "So we walked across Civic Center Park to the south end of the 16th Street Mall and located a coffee shop within a few blocks. After we'd ordered and settled into our chairs, Tamara paused to collect her thoughts."I had Billy when I was young," she began. "His dad took off as soon as he saw he had Down's. I struggled on and finished college with some help from my parents. Then my dad died and mom couldn't help me out financially anymore. We did okay until I decided I wanted to go back to school. While I could read in the daylight, I couldn't in the twilight nor at night. I wrote reports in my head, I thought about possible jobs, I thought about Winnie. I liked her. I liked being with her. And she was dramatically different from Sandra. But I couldn't imagine spending my life with her. And she'd never mentioned children. I always smiled at the nude one and two year olds that toddled over and stared at me. And I'd give them sweets. The band let me sit near the fire and listen to stories. While his head was covered with the shirt, I quickly scanned his chest (drat! Not very hairy above the navel as I had expected/hoped!). Then he lay down again. “Roll over” I told him, and he did so. (I did not note then, but did remember later, that he never seemed to show any sign of pain, or muscle strain, he rolled back and forth pretty easily!) As I continued the dry massage on his bare back, noting the hairs that sprouted on his back above his jockey waistband, he asked if it wouldn’t be.