Food had no appeal. I tried ginger ale and crackers to settle the churning in my stomach, but it didn’t help.I sat in my chair in the living room. I... heard her car door. The front door opened, and I looked at her. Her face scanned the mess, the holes in the wall, and the clear look of rage on my face. She looked sad and I knew she’d been crying. But then I saw something I had never seen before—something I never wanted to see—something I hope I’d never see again.She was afraid. She was. He didn't respond. Instead, he moved his hand to the small of my back, making we wonder if he would loosen up if I fucked him. Just when I started to get out of bed to look for a condom, he began talking."Doctor Koskowski thought she was getting down to the ... stuff, but she only peeled the outer layer. Alice's questions were probing, Suzanne has always been supportive, Cindy never tried and Becky sympathized with my afflictions, but none of them helped me pull it out. Marcie knows me better. I waited with the rest of the men, boys my own age actually, all bronzed and fit and muscle-bound, and then Mr Makuba made a downward jab of his right hand and we were away, running easily. The girls had maybe a hundred yard head start, although some were in no hurry. One girl just lunged at a lusty chap beside me and he just swept her up in his arms and yanked her skirt down as her fastened his collar around her neck.Evie seemed confused, I had a horrible feeling that I was probably the only. I still had not mastered freehand drawing. It really didn't matter, I was a damn fine draftsman. The art, if there was any, lay in the making the picture come to life. That's what I told myself anyway. Once I finished with a picture I either hung it on the wall or I packed it carefully away.I did not have to do either with the picture I was drawing on Sunday. That picture I put away to continue after my first photography gig. Maybe someday I would do one that really paid me something. I really.