"You can't be that stupid Frank, nobody can!" She reached into a drawerand threw a stack of letters in my lap. "Don't you get it? I'm Harry!"She shout...d. "These are all of the letters you wrote to me, to Harry!"I was getting very ticked off; this chick was getting to be a huge painin my butt! "Yeah, sure you are. How's this sound, Harry gave you theletters and I'm really Bill Gates?" I was feeling very confused butthen I looked at her cute, upturned nose and knew I had her. "Howstupid do you. Goth I guess, thats the look, it makes me feel powerful and scary, and I like that alot. My vices have changed from being a workaholic to being a chain smoking pothead. But the thing that has changed most is sex.In high school, I had sex as little as possible. Just enough to keep the boyfriend that I wanted, the boyfriend that served me best socially. Thats all I wanted, or could stand. I would go without so long, that when I finally agreed to it, it was given to me in a way that was cold and. It all came about when he took me to a relative’s funeral 300 miles away and the car broke down. The garage was unable to fix it until the next day so the only option was to find somewhere to stay for the night. That was easer said than done with the only hotel in the village having only three bedrooms and two of them were taken.I looked at my 30-year-old son “I don’t mine sharing if you don’t,” I said to himSorted for the night with somewhere to sleep we spent the rest of the night in the bar. He looks more annoyed than angry, thought Seth. I ought to do something. He felt his heart thumping. Something stuck in his throat. Southern soldiers aren't suppose to act like this. They're the gallant ones with the feathers in their hats who dance with the prettiest girls in their fluffy dresses. I've seen the pictures.His mother charged the soldier again, and he pushed her back against the china cupboard. The dishes rattled and glasses clinked. Seth stood up but still just watched. He could.