"Well, I was in the hotel having lunch with a girl friend, and I saw you were speaking. So I thought I'd stop by and say hi."Gerard smiled. "Well, I'm... glad you did. Come, let's get a drink and catch up."For the next hour, Jen and Gerard sat in the hotel bar and chatted. Gerard was well traveled and entertained her with many interesting stories of his experiences since college. Gerard was charming and charismatic, and she couldn't help being attracted to him. He was also good company, and she. He rides his bike all over the county and is on the cross country team, so he's in real good shape. Both of us are best friends with Joey and Samantha, a brother and sister next door. Actually, Wes and Joey are best friends and Sam and I are best friends. The only time anybody calls Sam Samantha is when they're mad at her or want to make sure the person being talked to knows she's a girl.Wes and I were best buddies as long as I can remember until he started Jr. High School. I guess he thought. “RRRRRaaaaayyyyy,” I heard a woman’s voice shriek.Ray’s memories quickly identified the voice as that of his mother, Cynthia Walker. Ray had been trudging in the pouring rain from the bus stop to the front door when something happened, throwing him several feet across the yard. Looking in the direction I’d come from, I saw the trunk of the tree he’d been walking beneath split and burned from a lightning strike.Taking stock of myself, I learned I was Ray Walker, age 14, and it was April 7, 1978.. "I need you to keep here quiet" he turns to his huge accomplice across the table. "She's giving me a fucking head ache." The huge man nods and in one quick move he climbs onto the table and straddles my face. My senses are assaulted by the stench of stale sweat that is emanating from his balls causing me to wretch all over again. In try to turn away, try to gasp for some fresh air but his giant hand holds my face in place as he jabs his stinking bellend into my face. "You may as well open up,.