Culver suggested I join a support group on campus. I toldher I would. I set up my next appointment for one week.I went home and Jeff was not there. ... I decided to call my friend Alexis.I told her about what I had discussed and asked her if she could help mewith my transition. She was more than willing and she suggested that wego shopping tomorrow; but first she had to go to her room. I waited andshe came back with some bottles. Alexis told me to get in the shower.I did and she handed me the. "'Oh god ... she got a running junker'. "In the garage?" Yeah ... here's the key ... go look. I gotta potty." She didn't ... she wanted to hear him when he saw it. She opened the window and the stair door. The garage door went up..."HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!!" The Jeep door opened ... she grinned. "FUCK ME RUNNING!!" She gave a little chuckle. It started ... she could see it back out of the garage. He shut it off and got out ... Every few seconds she heard, "FUCK!", and "SOMABITCH!" and variations of. It wasn’t so much that I was in better shape or that I was a better athlete, I just knew the nuances of rugby better, and my teammates were glad to help me make the football players looked like asses. So every day during school, Dave would take out his frustrations on me by getting his teammates to throw me into the girl’s bathroom and lock me in there. Now he wishes he had chosen a different location. I went to a couple of football practices and games, and while I liked the sport, I could. Now! Roger, get up, go over to stand next to Niki. Grab her hands. Yes, like that, now pull. Lay down across the table Carol.” Max’s voice was rapid fire, giving orders and moving people around. It seemed like only a moment passed before Carol was bent over the table, her hands held tight by her husband.Kicking at her leg, Max continued his attack “Spread your feet, yes, like that, perfect. Now are you going to tell everyone what you’ve been lying about?” He took his hand and ran it over her.