She clearly wasn't unhappy about it. I was reminded of Jeanette, a woman I went out with for a while, who liked to be spanked as a prelude to what she... called making up. If I got her butt nice and pink and mottled, she was so wet we needed a towel. When I spanked Jeanette, she wanted it bareback. And the look on Cindy's face was that look.So I resolved never to do that again. After all, that wasn't part of Fooling Around 101. That was part of an upper division class.I honestly think things would. " Oh my god," she thought, the reality finally dawning." I'm going to have to sleep with someone."She heard people passing from time to time but no one entered. Each time she tensed only for the footsteps and voices to recede. Then just as she started to relax the door clicked and opened. She held her breath as her first client entered. The man was a huge black American in military greens. A US soldier, possibly on a weekend pass. His short cropped hair giving his head a box like shape; large. He was too young; all he could do was letthe feelings tsunami over him.But when he finally felt normal, he knew one thing. Somehow, he knewone thing. He was only five, he didn't yet have the words for it, butsomehow, he knew it: Never tell. Never, never, never tell. Never tell.Never tell anyone.********************************************************************Six years later, and another drive-in movie, in another state andanother town. He is big enough now to sit outside the car on a. "We'll now go for lunch, sweetie," offeredauntie. They went into a place that smelled wonderful to Mark. "Smellsgood!" he said. "Yes, we'll have lunch here. Now, what would you liketo eat? I know something that will work just fine!" Auntie led Mark overto a line, and the two of them waited until they were served. Aftergetting their food, they went and sat down. They ate fried chicken andpotatoes. After lunch, they returned to shopping.Mark was drawn to every window display. He pointed out.