Then about two years ago they just stopped. Why.”“I had a new guy, he didn’t think it was appropriate for his partner to be onstage most nights ...when she should be home with him.”“He was a dickhead, couldn’t he see how good you were?”“No, he couldn’t, and yes I found out later he was a dickhead. I found out last night that he was screwing around on me most of the time we were together.”“Is that why you went back to playing?” Kate asked.“Hah, I went out to get wrecked and forget about him. I met. My parents have told me that I learned to readbefore I could talk. This mostly had to do with me not talking until Iwas 3. They thought I was just looking at pictures, but shortly after Istarted talking I was reading the words aloud. This was something myparents could be proud of. I may not have been very athletic, but I wasintelligent enough. I love my brother, but he was a jock. He wasn'tinterested in reading or math. Meanwhile, at my grandma's daycare I waslearning about fractions, long. As she turned her head slightly, and with her full sensuous lips slightly parted, she caught my eye.I lifted my cup saluting her; not as a come-on but - as a celebration of the beauty that was she. Her smile brightened briefly in a coquettish return, a flirtatious gaze lingering for a titillating moment in the corner of her eye. It surged like a drug-induced rush, though every inch of my being. Then, cocking her head slightly and raising her chin, she continued her forward progress; never. That I'd be moreconvincing if I didn't think or focus on pleasing him. Our morningsfelt oddly empty without being able to look forward to sucking himoff. Every afternoon Darla and Leilani would come by and we'd go overour fictionalized version that we'd tell the investigatory panel.Leilani's lies were the easiest as they were simply an omission.According to our timeline, nothing about Leilani's and my timetogether changed except for her spanking me. She'd tell them that shetaught me and.