WhenI had cleaned up I turned and opened the stall door so that Janet couldsee that I wasn't a boy. With her eyes wide I pulled on a clean pair ofpant...es."I guess I was wrong Susan! Boys can't have periods, but you sure are!Sorry!"I straightened up, and we went back to the party, finding our mothersentrenched in conversation. We started to walk away, but they saw us."Hi there!" they both said in unison."Honey, Let me introduce Mary Watson, and this is Cheryl Ermantopz.Ladies, this is my. She took another sip ofwine, watching the couple's reactions with amusement.Tom gulped nervously. "Uh," he stammered and held up his left hand,displaying his wedding ring, "Katie and I are married, remember?" So? It's no big deal ... not these days, anyway." There wassomething unnervingly calm about the way Becca was talking. "Youadmitted that things weren't ... exciting enough, or passionate enoughfor you, and she did say that things were rather ... tense betweenyou." I can't. It's just. ‘What do you want with me?’ ‘Sit down and we’ll have a talk about your future.’ Walking on shaky legs she went over to the large black leather sofa and sat down, the glass of Champagne held in her nerveless fingers, Snake sitting on the sofa opposite. ‘It appears you went to visit a certain mutual friend of ours yesterday, Patrick Curtis.’ Leaning back against the thick padded back of the sofa, his legs crossed, Snake continued, ‘Now don’t get me wrong…I understand Patrick is an attractive. For five minutes chilled, sobbing and shaking I stayed there viewing and touching the abuse I had unleashed on my own delicate, precious body until only one part of me remained unexplored. Quakingly upright, I staggered to the mirror to confront my Dorian Gray portrait. It might have been worse. Honestly, it might. Barely any of my deadly sins were on display. My lip was split. My left eye was half shut due to the bruised swelling atop my cheekbone. My nose seemed fine. All my teeth were.