. I guess,” Elliott replied sheepishly, not sure exactly what to say.“You guess?”Elliott decided to be straight with Jamal. He knew at this poin...t that his bully was unlikely to hurt him. “I ... I was kinda hoping you guys would have asked me in last night. You know ... like ... like you did the night before.”Jamal nodded as he scooped the last spoonful into his mouth. He washed it down with couple of gulps of Red Bull before giving off a loud belch. Rubbing his stomach contently, he finally. Or maybe the girl was really her. But that, it seemed,meant that she was him. Or maybe it didn't. Thinking of these dreams itoccurred to her that the face you never normally see is your own.In therapy, when Amy was at university, she had recovered a memory ofsomething she had witnessed when she was very small, a road accident.Her therapist had thought this very significant, that this, along withthe other thing, could explain everything. Amy felt then that she could,if she wanted to, tell. Sam would be coming over soon. That was the bright point in her miserable existence. He loved her. She knew that because he said it over and over. She felt that such attention deserved its reward and Sam was going to get rewarded during the barbecue. The timing was perfect.Harry knocked on the entrance to the den. Looking up from his desk, Greg said, “Come in, Harry. What’s up?”“I’m just worried about tonight,” Harry said.“Don’t be worried. All we are doing is having a barbecue. If they choose. Real good. There was a slow moving river with a bridge crossing over it, where we stopped, looked into the water for a moment or two then he put his arms around me, I looked deeply longingly into his eyes, I pouted my full lips at him and for the first time we kissed, right in the middle of the bridge. My response to it was one of passion as our tongues fought for possession. His teeth gently biting my tongue, holding it in place. The warmth of his body pressed tight against mine had my blood.