They must have been out to lunch.Pinpoints of light were coming from a cellar window. After scraping away years of accumulated dirt and spider webs fr...m the cracked glass, Jerry got down on his knees to peer inside. People were doing something down there... They were naked! They were --A brutally strong hand had grabbed Jerry by the collar and was hauling him onto his feet. He coughed and choked as a backhanded slap spun him around. Two hefty men grabbed his arms and frogmarched him up. We lay there on the couch a while until our breathing and pulses slowed, then showered to clean up and went to bed together. I hadn’t been able to think about what I’d done on the couch, but before I went to sleep that night I stared into the dark with growing shame and horror. I had allowed a 13 year old girl to service me… No, say it! I fucked my girl in her mouth. I literally threw my pillow over my head and half-hoped I’d smother. When I’d told myself to quit the drama and suck it up,. "I was interested in finding out some information on that mask in the window. It's a beautiful piece." Yes, it is," she replied. She walked over to me, and then we walked side by side to the window at the front of the store. I was close enough to her to smell her perfume. It was flowery with an undertone of musk. I tried to be surreptitious about inhaling her scent, which I was beginning to find quite intoxicating."This is a Cihongo mask, made by the Chokwe peoples in the Congo," she told me,. Yet, it made perfect sense. Suddenly, certain aspects of Tracy’s life came into focus. Her lack of boyfriends. Those moments in the shower after practice, when Heather had noticed Tracy’s gaze lingering on other girls just a bit longer than usual. Those two months last summer, when Tracy had inexplicably become very close to Sarah Brown. Then, just as inexplicably, the two had stopped speaking to each other altogether.Tracy began fumbling with the buttons on Heather’s jeans. Heather was.