As he walked away from the department store inhis trance, he was vaguely aware of other people coming up to him andwalking with him, speaking to him, ...ut he wasn't interested in anythingthey had to say, he just needed to get away. Someone tried to get hisattention, but he was just staring straight ahead with his eyes glazedover, a feature that was captured on video and several comments weremade about it.Two or three people grabbed him then so he had no choice but to gowhere they wanted to take. Those boys were downright rude in the nasty things they did behind my back. I think they were all a little skittish about my fast growing belly and they didn’t like bouncing on me like a beach ball just to get their rocks off.My cousin Arlene who had just turned eighteen took one of those boys and got him to declare his undying love and loyalty to screwing her pussy in its lonesome. The fact that it was the skillful Clyde was a mite disconcerting but she had her right to equal pussy time now. "So," she said."So," I responded."That wasn't the first time you killed someone, was it?" she asked, aftera long silence."Directly, yes. He's not the first person whose blood I have on myhands, though. Besides, you did the final killing," I said after an evenlonger one."It wasn't my first time either." Sarah laid back, propping her head upwith her hands. "I was going on autopilot, though. You looked like youenjoyed yourself." I can't say I didn't." I guess we really don't know each other. The receptionist handed me a bookof styles and told me that someone would be with me shortly. My mom andI took a seat in the waiting area. Even though my hair was quite long, I'd never really had it styledbefore. It just hung there limply, not really having any body to it,like most boys with long hair. "I need something that I can make look masculine for school," I told Momwhile we were looking through the book. She sighed before turning to me. "You can always pull whatever style wedecide on.