" You don't have to tell me but is she your first?" Margaret said quietly.David looked at his mother and saw that she had head down. There was somethi...g bothering her and he was sure that his relationship with Karen Wilson was not it. "No, Mom, she's not."David was struck with a thought that knocked him back into the sofa he was sharing with his mother. This thought came out of nowhere and David immediately knew that it was a memory from the future. He took a couple deep breaths to calm his. I moved to my wife's side and held her hand. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes and said these words."While I was pinned in the car, I thought about my life. It all seemed to suddenly be so shallow. I had actually been having those thoughts for several months before the crash. I couldn't move. I was trapped. I yearned to be out in a grassy field, with nothing around me for miles. I was terrorized and so afraid I was going to die." The next thing I remember was hearing your voice. It was. I didn't start the car because I could barely see. The two of us just sat in that lot for another ten minutes. Gradually, the nausea, shame, and horror lessened and I was able to dry my eyes and concentrate."Brook, are you sure it was your mother?" I asked gently. "It's possible you were mistaken. We may be upset over nothing. It could have been someone that looks like Natalie. That was probably what you saw." Right, Dad! I don't know what my own mother looks like. There must be a few thousand. " And that's what they did. They held me down and tattoos me against mywill. They ruined me." No, that's not how it happened. It was like a dare of sorts. Lets giveour Danni a tramp stamp to make him feel like a real girl. And did it?You said of course it I did. But if that wasn't enough, then maybe arose tattoo on the shoulder. Clearly feminine but you weren't saying noto that either. Sure, you were drunk by then. And I think maybe high onXanax or some other mood enhancing drug. In.