I learned how to make snakes out of clay and to weave the snakes together to make little clay baskets.The next year I was five and eligible to attend ...kindergarten. I had already learned how to make snakes out of clay, so I allowed my curiosity to get the best of me and started looking at books. They were mysterious things, these books. When mother opened them, they had wonderful stories in them. When I opened them, they were filled with secret scribbles that meant nothing. I even attempted to. ..?" Oh no, smartass. Wet diapers, sure. Poopy diapers, you and Mom." How about you change him, I'll feed him?" she returned.Grr! Not like I could turn that one around on her and say I'd feed him so reluctantly I accepted defeat. She did at least dig everything I needed out of the baby stuff for me and hung out as I worked, probably to make sure I remembered how it was done.I left them alone in the bedroom and went out to turn on the TV for a bit. As I flipped through channels, I found myself. Bob tooka picture of the boy when he noticed that the boy was smiling at him.The boy wiggled his hand into his shorts and manipulated his package.This was a hint that the boy was interested in Bob. As Bob saunteredtoward the boy, a sexy smile crossed his lips.‘Hi,’ Bob said, ‘you come here often?’‘Only when I’m looking for someone.’‘I guess you haven’t found him yet.’‘I think I just did,’ said the boy.‘Oh, where is he?’‘Right in front of me,’ said the boy with a seductive smile of. She came straight home on the bus with Dave rather than going over to Jodi’s, which allowed me to get my bath before dinner that night.School the following day was interesting. A lot of people were very solicitous toward me, both in class and at lunch. It took a while but I finally realized that part of that was because Trish was with me. It seemed she’d become something of a school legend. Manuel Diaz had been one of the biggest bullies at the school, ever since he’d first arrived as a seventh.