Fertilizer! Paul subconsciously shook his head to banish that kind of thinking. Sissy!A few times, Paul spotted his date glancing at a clock, with tin... anxiety. He loved pulling her away from the small action that would solve her problem, a simple phone call! It wasn't cruelty; it was craft on his part. Getting Erika ready for the prom was going to require some late evening's work, and finesse was the only difference between gent and cave man.Paul had never had a proper girl; Sissy had been all. I lay still with my eyes shut.“Is he dead?” One boy asked.“Dunno.”“We should find out, come on, help me roll him onto his back.”Hands grabbed my shoulder and thigh and I was rolled onto my back. As I turned over I moved may leg so that my feet were wide apart.“Fuck it’s a girl.”“Is she dead?”“You’ve done the first aid course Tom, check to see if she’s dead.”I felt a hand hold my wrist; then it moved to my neck.“I can’t find a pulse.” It must have been Tom saying.“Is she breathing?”I held my. Oh yes, I couldn't forget the ice fishermen. They supplied a lot of items for evening meals. The lake was loaded with perch, walleye and pike. The fishermen bragged about their catches to the hunters. The hunters told tales of their hunts.Occasionally I had venison on the menu; the hunters naturally assumed that earlier hunters supplied the meat. I never actually admitted that my butcher bought the venison farm raised. The hunters just thought it was locally killed in the woods around here.. After I had seen that she walked into her house, I would walk back home. As senior year was coming to an end and prom came, I wanted to ask her to go with me, but I had heard her tell her friends that she wasn’t going to go, because going to dances wasn’t her thing. I ended up not going to prom because if she wasn’t going, I found no reason to be there. So on prom night, while everyone was at the dance; I walked to her house and watched her through her window. It was night time, so no one saw.