There isn't anyone like Rhonda. If you see her in me, I'm flattered." I stopped and turned Donna to face me."Sweetheart, listen to me. Okay. Granted, ...there simply is no one like Rhonda. That's good. But one of the things she's taught me is that a girl doesn't have to be like her for me to love her. I look at you, Donna, and I know from the deepest part of my heart that I love you. Not because you are like Rhonda, but because you are you. I ... Donna, may I kiss my girlfriend?" Yes," she. ” Reyna takes a step towards me. I try to step back, but I have nowhere to go in the stall except into the toilet.“Don’t call me little.”“She was in heat, that much is clear. But she was attracted to beauty. Do not underestimate your beauty.” She reaches for the straps of my tank top, but I smack her hand away. “So much fire in you.” She leans closer to me, almost as if to kiss me, “I like that.” I shiver, from what, I don’t know. She leans back and steps away from me, proud of herself.“Fuck. I was about to call her, when I saw something that turned my world upside down.She was with my father, in a shadowy corner of the living room, her blouse buttons all undone, her bra lowered to her waist, her skirt hitched up, eyes wide and lips trembling. Father had his hands between her legs and she was pressed against the wall, moaning and murmuring his name. I glued myself to the wall, but I couldn't help watching what was happening. "You're still as tight as I remember it, baby," he said. Twelve schools were competing and Jock said there would be about two hundred runners in each race. I wasn’t particularly stoked about this race. Now that I’d gotten a taste for running 8k and 10k races, running 5k didn’t appeal to me. I knew my steady six-minute mile pace wouldn’t put me in the top five on our team.Jock wanted me to maintain the pace and bring our slower runners along with me. He said later in the season he could see all of them being in contention for one of the seven spots.