To set the scene, I had been at my dance class where I was a senior and helped out the dance teacher, Trisha who was in her late 40's. There was alway...s rumours about Trisha being Bisexual but everyone just thought it was rumours made to wind up the girls in the locker room/showers afterwards. It was getting a bit late as we were clearing up from a show rehearsal and it was only myself and Trisha left out of the class and to our knowledge, the only people left in the building. Once we had cleare. .. It doesn't matter anymore. All that mattered was getting out of this dark suffocating cloud. I pull my broken body across the curled spikes of iron. I can barely feel it now as they tear at my flesh. I'd found the drop. I could just make out a heap of trash and wreckage far below. With one final heave of strength I lurch over the side, turning as I went over the edge so that I was falling face up.As I fall I can see up at the underside of raised freeway. A thick column of steel gray smoke. Shed thought about it so much now that she thought of little else. She thought perhaps she was tying to psych herself into taking that step. She had no problem with a caress here and there and even a little kiss or two with a man she liked. Charlie had been right, things were sure hot in bed for them afterwards. Part III Shed recently read an article in Cosmopolitan about the reason a womans sexual desire for her husband diminishes over time. The article went on to state that it was absolutely. 'It was over. Tammy had driven away, in a van I bought so she could do just that. So, why was I so sad?It was over. Actually, it was over the second Tammy said she didn't see us having a future. I had just been enjoying the interlude between knowing it was over and it being over.The sadness was kicking my butt.If I didn't change my situation I was in danger of sinking deep into the depression I'd been running from since Beth Ann died.And then the phone rang.It was Mr. Bell. That couldn't be.