Besides, at a thickseven inch length, it was one part of me that had always beenimpressively masculine, even more so when compared to my mostly petite...girlish body.This was the point I was at in my life when chance through up theopportunity to get back at my teenage tormentor, Greg Ellis, now allgrown up. He was about to find me a changed person, sexy, sassy andconfident, I was about to reverse the situation that once existed betweenus completely. He had made my high school years hell, but I had. ”“That’s a lot of travel in a short time,” she sympathized. “So, you decided not to take the transfer for sure?”“Yeah. I think you and I both know that my life is here,” I told her.“I take it that she’s back in town since you’re in such a good mood?” she asked quietly.“I got back yesterday,” Mel said sweetly, adding to the conversation for the first time. “I would have spoken up sooner, but I wasn’t sure if the coast was clear or not.”“Beth’s getting dressed and Glen’s watching some war movie. She threatened to piss in my beer if I didn't shut the fuck up and go home. What made that real hurtful was that I hadn't said anything to her except to ask her to pour me a pitcher. It was like that all over the county. Rupert Morgan didn't seem to be too affected by all that was bothering the rest of us. He and his little schoolteacher lady friend were somehow immune to what went on elsewhere in the countyThat night after Glenda mouthed off to me, I went home and kicked my dog and he bit me. “Tell me!“ She shouted.“You need to figure it out for yourself! You need to see it yourself. Mother is not what you think! What you think is all a lie, and it will fuck up your life unless you and the others see it.” I said.“Bullshit. You’re lying! You need to get in there and apologize.“ She yelled.“No.” I said.“Then I’ll make you!“ She shouted.I started stretching. I focused on staying calm, living and fighting in the moment. I had to block out outside distractions. I had to block out.