"Have you done that a lot, have you always been gay?" No," he said, his voice normal. "I never did that until two days ago, with you. I've never been ...with a guy. But when I'm Becky, I'm just subby and girly, and I feel like I have to do whatever anyone wants to do with me." But did you like it?" I said."Yes," he said, nodding 'yes' again. "It made me come." Say it," I said, looking at him. He knew what to say."I like to be fucked," he said. "And I'm a subby cocksucker," he said. Meanwhile, he. July 8: Whew! Today has been quite a day, dear Diary, quite a day indeed! I think everybody in the whole world was out taking snapshots over the holiday weekend. We’ve been processing tons of pictures of picnics and water-skiers and the like. Late in the day, though, a batch of prints came through that were just out-of-sight! At first, I thought is just another boring backyard barbecue but then I noticed. Love you!”My name is actually Vincent, but she liked to bust my balls because of my unhealthy obsession with mob movies, and the fact that I'm proudly Italian American. Like Ray Liotta said in Goodfellas, “...all I ever wanted was to be a gangster.” Melanie and I have been best friends since she asked to sit next to me on the bus during a seventh grade field trip. We were inseparable throughout high school. Where she went; I went. Where I went; she went. Movies, bike rides, parties, it didn't. It would indicate the end of this. She no longer remembered anything else, only the pain and the number. "Seventy eight." They switched again at 100, and when they did they gave the girl some water and poured more, salted, over her back. She was shivering in the cold now, not fully conscious but conscious enough to feel the shock of cold water. Her eyes were both glassed over and desperately appealing. They earned no sympathy; the warden had chosen to insulate himself with anger and the other.