It was OK. Jason couldn't help from laughing too as he tried to scold us.The other players mobbed their coach, shouting congratulations and slapping h...im on the back. Ed and I exchanged hugs in the pandemonium around us. Matt and Cody came bouncing up to us."We did it!" Matt shouted. "We did it! All of us owe you, Coach. You too, Ed." It was great to be here to watch you guys win," I said."You had a great game, Matt," Ed added. "It's not too late to change your destination to Florida." I'll. - I'm hungry.Oh hush stomach. I've got a job to do.Hey, eyes. What's going on? You see anything of a nice hard cock around? That's my favorite.- No, no cocks that I can see.Hmm, I'ts getting hard to think here. Why is everything so damn wet?Hey Bartholean?Barthline?Barty?Hell I can never remember your name... You, the one making it so wet around here.- You talking to me? It's Bartholin, but you can just call me Barth. But, let me aloneWhy you got things this wet and sticky?- Don't blame me. I. ”“Ed was the key,” I said.Doctor Mercer nodded, “Yes. You had a somewhat easier time, because you understood what you’d done wrong, and that helped you overcome being a victim.”“You know I disagree with you on that. I don’t see myself as a victim.”“And yet, you were. Of your mother, and to an extent, of your sister. But also of yourself. And the recognition of that last one - that you were a victim of your own actions, was YOUR key to recovery. You weren’t a rapist, Steve. Yes, the law might. “And if you’ll excuse us, we need to head back to McKinley for Vespers tonight.”“Of course!”Clarissa and I went to say ‘goodbye’ to my parents and Liz, and then left the church hall. We were just about to leave the building when I heard Larisa call to me. Clarissa smirked, though Larisa couldn’t see because Clarissa was facing away. I turned and walked back.“Hi, Larisa,” I said.“What happened with Maggie?” she asked.“I honestly have no idea. All I know is what Hannah told me, which I’m sure is.