Now why don't you leave before I taunt you?"This was all wrong. Jim had given this woman everything she wanted, even her dignity. And in the end, she ...seemed to care even less for him. He had had enough. "You can't do that. You'd still have breasts the size of pineapples if it wasn't for me. You didn't even thank me!" Thank you? For what? Staring at my breasts? Look, I don't need you anymore. Just accept the fact that you were used and get over it." Then she turned around and ran out the door.. I saw that her face had landed in the oil, and itwas running down her face and hair. She had an angrylook on her face for a moment, but then she laughedand shook her head like wet dog and moved quicklyagain.At the same time I felt the drops of oil from hershaking head landing on me, I also felt her handsgrabbing my ankles and yanking. In a moment I hadjoined her in the pool of oil and my whole body wasalso covered. Then we started grabbing, pulling,pushing, sliding and spitting out oil.We both. His name was Dillon and he was always pushing me around. Despite hisoccasional transgressions, he was one of the most popular boys atschool. He was the star quarterback and earned decent grades. He had anall-American look to him and his family was filthy rich. All the girlswanted to be with him.He was always teasing me for being skinny and weak. My oh-so-helpfulparents just told me to toughen up and ignore Dillon but I knew nothingwas going to change unless I did something about it. So, I began. When we got to the parking lot, she told me that she was driving. I looked at her brand new pearl white BMW and then over at my twenty-year-old Ford Explorer and said ok. She started driving up those winding roads into the hills. We kept going up and up until finally, we arrived at what looked like a very fancy house. She led me to the backyard where she had a pool and a spectacular view of the sparkling lights of the city. Then she said, "let's go for a swim." And she started pulling off.