Hestumbled forward and another struck him in the stomach. His arms wentdown protectively but a third was already in the air, and slammed him inthe si...de of the head, sending his glasses flying. The rest of the ballswere thrown. Female students scooped them all up and flung them again. All half dozen kept striking him everywhere. Anson staggered around,ineffectually trying to dodge, while the girls hurled the basketballs,shouted, and cheered.By the end he was sore all over. The girls. He was raised in a conservatively religious family, and he knew this was breaking some serious rules, but he couldn’t help it. It felt euphorically good, but he really didn’t want to go to hell. So he bounced between hormone induced highs followed by guilt fueled lows. At some level, he had started associating guilt with the pleasure in a way that enhanced the sweetness of it. ‘Oh, sorry Mom. I’m in a bit of a hurry, and I didn’t see you there.’ She stood up quickly and turned to greet him with. Her sisters were all a bit envious of her calm attitude and serious nature even when the opportunity for some naughty fun was in the air.Her sisters were all named after flowers because until she was born all her mother could think about was her beautiful garden filled with flowers of every possible color and shape in the whole wide. They were called Rose, Iris, Daisy, and Petunia. The girls were all happy with their names except for Petunia who insisted on being called "Pet" saying her name. ”“Hold it a second, Darlene – I know you may be too young to understand this, but not all mothers like their kids, try it again with a little more dislike.”“But, she’s so cute, Richard, I can’t be mean to her?” Darlene said as the people on stage all laughed.“Don’t think of her as cute, think of her as an inconvenience in your life. Your other kids are good, she’s a little ... spitfire, OK?”She did it again and was right on the mark, everyone could tell, applauding for her scene work. Beverly.