"Nah, I guess I'm not much to look at," I murmured, "none of the girls even notice me." Hey," Ron said, slapping me on the back, "that'll change! You'...e a good lookin' kid! 'Fore long, those girls'll be begging for a piece of you! You just need a little confidence." Tell me something, Tom," he continued, waving the papers in his hand, "do you masturbate when you look at this stuff?" Master- what?" I asked, confused."Masturbate, you know, jack-off, pound your pud, beat your meat!" he replied,. ”I took another small sip of scotch and said, “That's weak, Brie. You didn’t answer my question. I’ll ask you again. How did you come to learn of the marks and bruises on Sarah you mentioned?”Brie placed her delicate hand on my leg and squeezed my thigh as she replied, “Girl's talk, Gil. Sarah confided in me at one of the pool parties we had at our house. She arrived late and came dressed in jeans and a snug fitting hoodie. Naturally, I was concerned when Sarah didn't want to go in the pool.. In the mirror I noticed there were two cubicles behind me. "Hellooo?" I inquired, making sure I was alone. No one answered and I looked back at myself in the mirror. I ran water and made sure I was happy with the temperature. Soap was handy. I was ready. As I looked in the mirror, I shook my head, hardly believing where I was. Grasping the hem of my skirt in my fingers, I thought, No one come in, no one come in! I took a deep breath and bunched my skirt up high enough to rest on top of my. His stop was as far as the bus could go, there was a big turnaround down by the river, and an abandoned train trestle he crossed to to get to the other side. Sometimes the wind came in off the ocean and over the low hills so strongly he had to crawl across the rickety trestle. Farming meant work, every single day, even on Sundays. Going to school was the only relief, as soon as he got home it was change clothes and back to doing something. Ronnie had saved his money from the time he was big.