" It was strange to me, Tiny. Can you believe that I once disliked her? I thought she was responsible for me losing a friend. In fact, I misjudged her... but we discovered that we really love one another."Tiny smiled. "Yeah," he said. "I once thought that June was stuck up. Then Cammy here introduced us. She wasn't what I thought at all. June's going to be a nurse."Tiny's story was similar to mine, without the tickets, of course. We actually managed to start to develop a friendship that day."This. I got asked whether I wanted this job or whether I just wanted a piece of ass and notches on my bed posts.“The two of them asked whether I was up for changing who I was and how I thought about women. I told them my background and how I wanted to change, but that I didn’t know whether I could. They broke me down further until I promised I’d change. I pleaded with them for help to change.“Then they beat me up verbally about the subject of love, believe it or not. They wanted my definition and. Three days later in the church while attending Uncle Franks funeral, mom asked me to avoid trouble (presumably with her parents) and lead the way up some semi-hidden stairs to a balcony at the back of the church. At the top of the balcony mom told me this was a room known as the crying room. I asked her why and she pointed out that there was a Plexiglas window in front of our view and noted the balcony was where the parishioners took their crying children so other members of the congregation. "You are surely no gentleman," she moaned. "That's how field hands do." What do you know of field hands?" I asked after giving her dug a final lick."Oh, I had a few, out in the barn there," she whispered. "Course I wouldn' let 'em come in me, that's dirty." Tell me about your family," I asked, not really caring but curious."Aw'ri," she said quietly, "m'sister's name is Melissa June an' she's twenty and awful, awful pretty I mean. I'm seventeen, jus' las' week." She giggled. "Our new momma's.