Hard to turn away from, harder to look at." Fits the image in my head. What's her name?" I am kind of trying to forget." Not for now, try to remember ...hings while they are still fresh. In a year she might be a fading memory, a ghost of the past that makes you shiver and hiss in shame when you think about her, hardly knowing why you liked her enough to do this to you."Leaning back into the pillows Marc smiled to no one in particular. "Wouldn't be the first time." Tell me about it. So, come on.. I slammed theshot to steel my nerves as this guy approached. He stood right in front ofme, closer than you would in a normal social situation, close enough that Icould feel the warmth of his breath on my face."You wanna dance?" he asked, somewhat expectingly."Oh...no man...thanks for the drinks, but...I'm really a guy," I stammered."Well you look like a bitch to me," he said. Somehow it didn't sound likean insult, more like a statement of fact. And really, he was right. Here Iam, dressed like a. I was startled to find her with almost her whole arm stuck inside a horse's vagina as she greeted me with a smile. "Hello, are you looking for something?"I stared, then introduced myself. "I'm from social services, and just came out here to check on you if there's anything you need," I explained. She looked at me concerned. "Well," she said, "times are rough since my husband passed, the old fool. Got drunk one night and got a kick from a horse, and that was it." She shrugged, pulling her arm. “Paul, when was the last time you went to see them? When was the last time you spoke to them?”I shrugged. “Honestly, I can’t remember. I try not to go. You know ... It’s ... It’s too much.”“Exactly. You need to go. To get it out of your system. You need to be able to go and see them without it being a Big Deal. Trust me, it helps. Whenever I have something I’m not sure about or something I’m worried about, I go and talk to Daddy. It helps. It really does. Trust me. And besides, if you can’t go.