So here I am, on my lonesome - at least I was until I met you.”“Terry?” Mel asked, continuing the interrogation, “You’re gay then?” - Sub...tle as a brick through a window, my wife!“No…” Roger laughed, “Well not quite, I’m actually Bi, but Terry is Theresa, oh… and she’s Bi too.”That certainly broke the ice; we ordered more drinks and talked about ourselves; where we were from, what we did for a living, that sort of thing.As the drink flowed, our guards dropped and Mel told Roger about our. Jenson didn't wait this time and walked directly to the living room, sitting on the couch in the same place she had the day before. Jason followed her and plopped down in the chair. One hand held the armrest tightly, while the tips of his forefinger and thumb of his other hand rubbed in nervous tension. He kept looking at Mrs. Jenson, remembering what she had done to him. His hands dropped to his lap, covering the erection that sprung up."I hear you and Tiffany made up." Yeah." Jason looked up. . cocksucking, motherfucking ... OW!" Shriek!" RATBASTARD!! ... You too, Doc! Goddamn! that hurts." CHARLIE! YOU WILL NOT NAME ... OH FUCK!... Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, MY LITTLE GIRL AFTER YOUR MOTHER!!" HER NAME IS MARY ANNE ... SEE TO IT!! You fucker!"There was a ton more and Grace and I treasured every single word. Adult words we knew we could use ... if we were just a little older.Lucile was admitted ... with a bad stomach ache at noon of New Years Eve, Friday, December 31, 1954.She was. She said she had so named me because her uncle had a dog called Jess which liked to bite and a teacher called Jenkins whose great pleasure was to weald a heavy leather strap. At the age of 6 I ran away from that awful place and fell among other children of the street. Of my time there I will not reveal all, save to confess to having thieved for my sustenance and, when I had grown to a semblance of womanhood, to selling my body. I was by no means alone. For a lone girl with no protection her.