He clears his throat and his eyes make their way up to my face again. “This is from Mr. Bailey,” I say, handing him the receipt. “Thanks,” he... says. “Can I get your name, again?” “I never gave it in the first place,” I laugh. “It’s Aria.” Snickers come from the group of basketball players behind him. I know I look a lot older than I am, so I’m sure he’s guessing I’m at least 21. “Isaiah,” he says. I nod and turn and start walking away, slowly. “Damn, coach,” one of the players says. “Lady. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t enjoying the pictures. He asked if he could look with me. So we leaned against the wall and I continued to turn the pages. He was much younger than I, college age I would say, and very athletic looking. It felt strange to be standing so close to another male—our arms were rubbing as we shared the book—while I had a hard-on. Why did I feel that I needed to say, “I’m straight, but these are great photos”? He replied, “I’m straight too. It’s hot to see how other. Finally the day was done and I walked to the library to rent a book that I needed for English class. While in the library my friend John walked up and he said,“Hey Alex, were you fucking murdering Connor in your room this morning?”I laughed and said, “What the hell are you talking about? I was in the cafeteria almost the whole morning.”“Well I was in my room and I heard someone just thrashing around like they were having a freaking seizure and I heard Connor scream like he was being stabbed.