While I concentrated on sports and girls, Logan concentrated on school and playing dirty little tricks.We were at Sue's house for a graduation party. ...The big barn perfect for a little carousing and horseplay. As the evening progressed we gathered in a circle playing Truth or Dare. My girlfriend, Chrissy, curled up next to me, resting her head in my lap. I saw Logan looking up toward the loft when his turn came around."Hey Luke," he called, "truth or dare?" Dare." I replied, expecting to swing. "Actually, you do know her Billy, she's your old junior schoolheadmistress, retired now of course, Miss Hargreaves." I froze in horroras I heard the name, I could almost detect a smirk on her face as shesaid it. She knew how much I feared and hated her.To explain, as I mentioned previously, my sister used to dress me up ingirl's clothes when she had me alone at home, whence she wouldpersistently humiliate me. In her continual search for ways to increasemy humiliation and fear of embarrassment. ’‘Hey, I’ve had my share…’‘You’ve had half your share at best. Too polite, too moral, too PC. And this…’ She indicates her assumed shape. ‘…Is what you missed.’‘Wait – I don’t know that you – she – would have fucked me.’‘You don’t know she wouldn’t, but you never found out. Over and over. Not just in your religious days. These past two years…’‘In a relationship.’‘How did that work for you?’Not well. Ultimately shit. Striving to be a good partner – responsible, supportive, avoiding chat sites,. It seemed like the status of civilian was something everyone around me considered lower than a stray dog wandering and looking for scraps to fill his empty stomach.As if from on high, I heard my name from a distance,"Kruger, Private Jack Kruger, is there a Jack Kruger here?"I saw a rotund Sergeant waving sheets of paper at the disorganized chaos in front of the piles of clothing. I raised my hand reluctantly despite my sense of wanting to remain unobserved in the middle of the pack. My.