"I heard you were in Atlanta. How come you're not out on the town?" I needed to talk to someone who understands me." You have a girlfriend who loves y...u. Shirley understands you." I guess I needed to talk to someone I can level with." Oh, honey, I don't think I like the sound of this. But tell me anyway; I'll listen."I told her about everything that had happened that day, the meeting, the connection I had made with Mr. Oldham and the connection I had made with Holly Collier. "There are millions. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest,. But nothing prepared me for the sight that met my eyes as I peered through the gap.The bed was a frenzied mass of bodies. So intertwined were they that they were scarcely recognisable as individuals. I stared in disbelief and as I did, the fleshy mass started to resolve itself as separate people and I realised that at the centre of the heap was a woman’s body - a very familiar looking body. Helen was naked and lying on her back. Her legs were raised up in the air and were draped over the. Her feet were so soft and dainty, her toes so beautiful that I couldn't look away from them."Your feet are lovely," I said."Erm, thanks," she said, her hands at rest on her belly now, "I don't do much to them, except get pedicures." They're really pretty." I knew I sounded like a weirdo, but what else could I do?"Thanks."I pressed my fingers into her sole and pushed them upwards. Her toes flexed and she made a little noise, deep in her throat, so I slid my fingers between her toes again."That's.