In middle and high school, none of the cafeteria cliques really accepted her. She did not even feel a sense of belonging with the ‘outskirts’ kids... the pot-smokers, the skateboarders, the kids who often swapped anti-depressant medications in the same way kids used to trade twinkies for bags of chips. Even her home life had deteriorated, as her parents were constantly on the verge of divorce, with many a mismatched set of dishes as a testament of missing plates which had been smashed against the. Hmm, they look like they're in the middle of something, maybe I shouldn't bother them, Martin said to himself, though having looked around some more, he decided to ask them.“Excuse me? You wouldn’t happen to have seen a blonde woman, would you? She’s my wife,” Martin asked one of them whilst he heard two of the other’s grunt.“Nah man, haven’t seen her… Mhmm” The black biker looked over at Martin without turning his body. Suddenly the man let out a deep grunt."Oh, okay, sorry to have bothered. I put my left hand around her shoulder to accommodate her. As this was making driving uncomfortable I reduced speed to drive safely. I could feel her hot breasts pressed against my chest and ribs and I am sure she could feel my heart beating hard against her neck and cheeks. As I was driving I automatically started rubbing her side from shoulder to hips in an effort to give her some warmth. This resulted in her clinging more tightly to me. As I was rubbing her I also could feel the bulge of the. They didn’t call back. I had been isolated away from my family. I parked down the street from my old home and called the house. Momma said Marie wasn’t there. Ten minutes later they walked out and got in Momma’s car and left. She lied. It happened so often that I found a way to see Krystn on her way home from school for just a few minutes a few times a week. I told her what Grandma was doing and she didn’t believe me. A month later I showed her my phone bill and the twenty-eight calls to her.