” Eric went home and sat on his couch, but he could not wait for the night so he figured he would take a nap until the night came. He woke up and be...an getting dressed for the night. He put on jeans, with no underwear, and a t-shirt. He ran out the front door and sped off in his car towards Chellie’s house. She met him out front and hopped in his car and said they would get to their adventure, but first there was a new movie that she was dying to see. Eric could not refuse Chellie, especially. I can finally feel again. And we need some answers." Chloe looked at her, her eyes worried. "Don't be afraid. You aren't going anywhere. I'm not letting you go." ___________________________________________ "This is highly unusual," Mr. Hanson said, looking at first her and then Chloe. "I want answers. I want to know why it is that Chloe seems so have thoughts, the emotions and feelings of someone I know who passed away. It is not a coincidence," Becky said as they both took seats across from. I fought for male victims of abuse whether they were black or white, gay or straight. I had a cause. I believed. Maybe I was just an idealistic college student but I thought I was on the right path. For years, I was the guy who handed the flyers filled with information about male victims of abuse to random men and women I encountered. I talked to men and women in class, at the library, on the subway, on the bus and at church. I was dedicated to my cause and gave one hundred percent. Until. As the weeks after my husband’s death turned to months, I was desperate. I found myself masturbating more and more often but as we all know, there is something rather hollow in the act of satisfying yourself.About a year ago, I did something I am not proud of and if truth be told I am still not sure how all this plays out. It was mid-morning on a Saturday and my pussy was absolutely hungry for something I couldn’t give it. I picked up the phone and did something I had been dreaming about.