?I sobbed. I sobbed like I hadn?t cried in years. Not through my illness,through all the hospital stays had I sobbed like this. The thing is... Itfelt... good. Yes, the pain was awful, threatening to consume my mind, onlya sliver of my brain left to think instead of feel pain but as I laythere in a girls t-shirt and cummy panties being belted by a woman oldenough to be my mother I felt something strange... Relief. For the firsttime in years I wasn?t being treated like I?d break in the smallest. But other than that, he was the same.I was still the same. All those years gone by, all the things I'd seen and done ... and I was still the same.I narrowed my eyes and looked closer; examining him the way I would potential prey, looking for things that weren't exactly right, that were out of place—things that were just plane wrong.No ... not the same. Not quite.It's the little things that give people away. Twitches, flinches, hesitations and hitches.The fella in the mirror, he didn't have any. As I kiss him I hear the front door open n think shit she has the worst timing. I turn to open the fridge to get some milk and fruit for breakfast as mom walks in and says hello. We both say hello as daddy gets up and walks over and kisses mom. I am jealous and kind of mad that she is getting the kiss i started. As I eat my breakfast mom and dad chat. I get up and kiss them both and say I have to run and get to school that i wanted to talk to Beth. I say goodbye and run out the door. When I get. "Would you send me some more?" I said I would and that was when he asked for my address so he could send me some money. At first I refused but he was insistent and eventually I gave in and gave him my address and then two days later fifty pounds arrived in an envelope. He phoned that night again and asked if I'd bought anything nice with the money. "I bought a rubber micro skirt," I said truthfully, "Does it cover your bottom?" "Just about," I laughed. "But I'd have to wear it for a friend, a.