Not just all Romans, but you in particular. You are a vile piece of shit – apology ladies – who will find life uncomfortable now.” I was being e...xcessively polite to the women deliberately, it was confusing to them all. “And if I am gone, who will stop your sisters and you mother from being the pleasure-items of each and every person who wants them? You were always an idiot, you don’t get that from your father, nor your mother I fancy, your birth mother I mean. She was clever; unpleasant, but. What? Was itsomething bad or something good? It felt so weird and squirmy inside hisstomach. He realized it always felt like that, when he was in hissister's room, when he was called a sissy by bullies, even when he waslooking at pretty girls and their outfits. And now the perfume,Christi's crossed legs in front of him, Staci's heels, Christi's mini,Laura's hair, and their including him in their girly questions werealmost too much for him. Oh, how he just wanted to run!But he was aware of. “You’re not using that at school, right? I don’t need to take that thing away from you, do I?” her mom looked at her meaningfully.“No, no way, you know me, mom, I’m on top of things,” she forced a smile.Her mother sighed, “I know you’re the one I don’t have to worry about. But I worry, I’m a mother, it’s my right.”She was glad to be out the door as quickly as possible, despite dreading school. Jake hadn’t noticed or hadn’t said anything about her outfit. It didn’t have to start until she got to. Bob was a typical, more or less, college stud in the near Adonis category. Tall, broad, handsome, and fully packed. At least he looked fully packed and as he eyed me over, the package he sported grew considerably. I don't think much more needs to be said.A short six miles down the road brought us to Commerce, the home of Mickey Mantle. I'm not a baseball fan, so that was of little interest to me. Bob didn't even bring the subject up. He was interested in me.More small towns, dead to near dead,.