I’m broke, and I can’t go home.” There it was, out in the open. Jess’ eyes got wide. “Oh my! However did you manage that, Breanne?” But be...fore the question could sink in, she backtracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so insensitive. Forget the question, let’s sit down comfortably, then we can talk.” With that, she pulled me across the living room, my overnight bag forgotten next to the door, and pushed me softly onto the plush black leather couch. I let myself get steered by her, everything had happened. I was wondering why Mom or Tina had never shown hardly any signs of shit. Only that first time with Becky when I was mad. At that time there was shit and blood mixed together. I later found out that both mother and Tina after taking an enema would then douche with warm water and some kind of oil that was why it was so easy to slide in and out of them. The next day I went over to Becky's and found that her mother had stayed home and called in sick, her mother's name was Jerry. Becky said that. For everything. Dinner was fantastic and you’re so smart, especially when it comes to my brother.’ Drew paused and shook his head with a rueful smile. ‘I don’t know how you do it.’ She smiled. ‘It’s a gift.’ ‘Yes, you are.’ Her smile disappeared and she looked away. ‘It’s getting late. I should go.’ ‘It’s only nine. Come watch a movie with me.’ Without waiting for her response, he took hold of her hands and tugged her into the living room. He pulled her down to the couch beside him and wrapped. Not that I enjoyed being around other guys much either with their endless talk of sports and cars and a bunch of other macho bullshit I knew nothing about. They made me feel inferior. So mostly, I just kept to myself.I turned my attention back to the screen, thinking that if I could just get the diagram right, I could bullshit my way through the rest of the presentation. I added more lines and arrows, going in all directions, and attempted to animate the different elements so they would glide.