I have been doing a little fantasizing and yes, I really want to see you again. I want you to teach me how women make love. Where and when hon?" I ha...ve my own apartment, Janet. Lets meet there."We arranged a time and I mulled over an excuse to give Jane. The hell with it. Jane does not get an excuse. She will simply be informed."Jane, I'm going out. I'm going to visit Laura. Be back later. Be a good girl and do the dishes please." Oh nice, you're going to get fucked and I do the dishes.". Do this one too."#2: #1: So I started on it. He was watching me so I made sure I always paused before answering each question, to pretend to read it even though for most of them one or other of my eyeballs had already skipped ahead to read it and a mind had already worked out the answer.Toward the end of my test he got a phone call, and I heard him say, "Ask him to wait there." After he hung up he said, "Your father is waiting out front. We'll finish in here first."I completed the test then. Abused men have been complaining for years. Now I see the evil that some women do. It frightens me. It reminds of a movie I saw not long ago. Dawn of the Dead. In this movie, a virus started turning people into violent zombie-like killers and very few normal humans remained to face them. I feel like everywhere around me, men and women are becoming monsters. The cops only stop violent men. They let violent women walk away with a slap on the wrist. It is frightening how much some women will get. Which is why she’d put such effort into making him feel at home with her.The arrangement first began when he’d joined the soccer team. Her house was walking distance from the school, and on the days he had training he would walk there afterwards, having had to miss the bus home to attend it. He always felt a growing lightness when he reached her open white gate with its intricate string of pink and blue flowers she’d painted up the pillars. She would welcome him, give him something to eat, even.