I rarely acknowledge its existence. And when it threatens to get out, as it does sometimes, when I see innocents, particularly children, hurt or endan...gered, I try to maintain control over it. Sometimes it slips. The control I mean. Then I have to force the monster back inside me. I don't let it run wild. But...Once I did. I not only called it forth, I howled with it as it gleefully ran amuck. And, what frightens me, what causes me to spend nights on my knees praying for forgiveness, is that. In the coming days, Kat saw little of anyone. Ignoring the phone and door, she withdrew into herself. Quinn had become surly, very unpleasant to be around. Scott was fed up with the whole situation. Pissed at his friend for his treatment of Kat, he approached Quinn.“Man...you suck. I hope you know that,” Scott spat out, “why are you being such a prick?”“Fuck off, Scott. You don't know anything, man. Just stay out of it,” Quinn snarled.“So, that's it, man. You guys broke up, because she ate my. ”“Oh, IÂ’ve heard about sex!” he said brightly. “IsnÂ’t that where a guy grinds his thing on a girl to make a baby?”“Kind of, but I donÂ’t want to get into it.”“What do boys do? Two boys canÂ’t make a baby, can they?”“Well, there are lots of things guys can do with each other instead of making babies, Charlie.”“Like what?”“LikeÂ… Oral.”“WhatÂ’s oral?”“Oral is-”“Can you show me? WeÂ’re both boys!” Charlie was grinning naively, but there was a hint of a non-innocent look in. "You do know how to make a girl's heart go pitty-pat," she told me, looking into my eyes. I took a breath and tried to calm myself. Before I could comment, however, she was talking again. "Now, quickly, what kind of 'process' is this?" I can't explain it in terms you'd understand," said earnestly.Janie spoke up for the first time. "We're not dummies, Randy. Tell us what it is!"Somehow, I kept from grimacing. Typical non-scientist's answer. I sighed. "It's a variable, non-repeating algorithmic.