"She shrugged. "Nothing less than I expected. They think I am guilty ofall sorts of things, said I shouldn't have allowed the girl to give medrugs s... I lost control of myself as well as my self-respect. Andthere's this sex change thing, every time I bring the subject up theysteer the conversation away from it, pretending it hasn't happened Isuppose, ashamed of me." The rape, did you?" To be honest, Helen, I don't know. I had intercourse with her but thedetails of how it got to that is lost.. Guilt trips, they were fucking guilt trips. What else could it be? Life is good, she comes home, and won’t let me touch her for a week. We hadn’t even fought. Life returns to good. She leaves, comes home, and won’t let me touch her for three days, again with no reason. It’s getting a little easier to get over it, I guess. Next time out of the shoot, hell she doesn’t even have to leave. In walks Mr. New, Mr. Exciting, Mr. can’t keep his hands off me, he sees a beautiful woman giving him the. " But why!" said Erin, "Why the hell do I matter to them? I just got this load of crap last night from Arthur and Emory about being Arthur's daughter, but I mean, come on, that's too much to believe, isn't it?"Megan said, "Look. All I know is that Richard treats you as if you're made of glass or something, or some sort of sacred relic. Shit! I just don't get it at all, but he seems to think you're the second coming or something! He tried to explain it to me the other night, but I couldn't. And I held you and stroked you, soothed and caressed you till you slept.Tonight this room seems so empty. It's almost like you never existed here, like you were just a dream.I know it's silly, but I'm going to sleep in your bed now. I feel closer to you there. We shared so many nights and that bed is special.Tonight I will lie in the darkness and imagine you are still here, that I am stroking your beautiful hair, and hugging you to me. If I close my eyes I can almost smell your hair, all clean.