The whore!During the following weeks, until school ended, I arrived early a few more times. There wasn't a time there wasn't a man in Mom's bedroom, a...d hardly repeating the same man twice.Tim Blake, our neighbor. Paul Schultz — Mom's best friend's husband. Gerry Fitz — my history teacher (now I knew why he had been missing from school several times). Tony Gerald — my girlfriend's father. A UPS messenger whose car I saw outside — a black guy who made Mom scream obscenities more than any other. His gaze followed Ellen's tall, beach-robed figure up the pebbledflagstones to the back door. In the dimly lit kitchen, Ellen slippedon her white high-heeled pumps, accentuating her long legs.ï 7 3
Š Although shy, Greg turned frequently to look at her as sheprepared dinner. He was living with two roommates in a rented duplextwo blocks from the college. He knew little about sports, and I kneweven less about art; so the conversation was strained until Ellen joined. ” – that being my consensus to safe domination (you never know what freaks are out there – or in the car…) and staying with the plan. Mercifully, the ride is just long enough – passed in silence – for me to think of what to do next.The hotel has an elevator straight from the parking garage to the room floors – I forcefully grab her hand to lead her, using my card to open the door to reveal a standard motel-style room. It looks completely nondescript. No personality at all. It will be perfect. Jake smiles and I stay silent, we couldn't screw thisup."OH NO!" A voice yells. I fight my urge to burst into the wash room andinstead listen hard. "Vanessa Quit? We need a new girl then!" Itcontinued. The door opens and the girls pile out in there uniforms,bickering."We can hold try-outs." One girl suggests."We already tried that before." Tina snaps. "All the girls in the schoolexcept us have no talent." There fights faded away around a corner. Jakewaited until we heard a door slam, then.