I got them, and we invited everyone else to come along, but nobody else knew how to skate.Jorge looked up, “No thanks! Last year I got dragged to go...skating with some of the guys at the dorms, and I ended up doing a beautiful split when this little kid flashed by and I couldn’t stop! I ended up with my jacket tied around my waist like a skirt the rest of the evening!”Between chuckles from all of us, I made sure that there were keys available in case anyone else was going out, and then Sofia and. She looked at me and then she shook her head. “NO. It can’t be. It’s not Friday night, is it??” she cried when she looked at me.“Yes, it is, Katelynn. What’s wrong? Can I help you somehow?” I asked, very concerned by now.Suddenly the door swung open and she got out. She looked so distraught. I helped her out of the car, and she fell into my arms, crying yet again. I picked her up and carried her to the house. I got her door opened and carried her in. I laid her on the couch. I covered her. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes so you can dress. You know you have nothing to be embarrassed about. For a little guy you’re packing a pretty good-sized piece of meat down there.’ Angel laughed as she closed the door behind her. She went down to the basement, took his jeans and underwear and socks out of the dryer and his shirt off the hangar, and after checking for any blood stains, brought them back upstairs. When she got back, she knocked on the door and found him still in bed. ‘Here. There was one I couldn't stand – I'll call her F.B. for fucking bitch. First of all, F.B. lived like a complete pig, which really pissed me off, and she was always bitching about someone or something. Also, her boyfriend was kind of a jerk, and he was over a lot. He would show up all the time without calling; just pop in, which I thought was extremely rude. And then they would be in F.B.'s room for hours making a lot of noise. It was fucking annoying, especially if I was trying to study, but.