Both Som and I saw one of the girls sit on a guy’s leg and rubbed her crotch slowly against his leg. Bingo! Bar fine paid! It was funny and embarras...ing at the same time, realizing how shallow we guys can be at times. So anyway, Som and I were trading dollars until a conservatively dressed girl got her John to pay her bar fine in record time. That stumped me. She didn’t have any cleavage showing and her skirt wasn’t that short. ‘What the hell?’ I asked out loud. ‘She’s not showing much skin.’. "Are you going home?" I asked.She nodded, "What about you?" I've got a ride back to the base. The shuttle bus will be here any minute. Are you going to be okay?"Edith pulled out another tissue and blew her nose, "I'll make it." You can do this. I know you can."Edith winced and nodded her head, "I'll try."She reached out and tried to hug me. I raised my hand to stop her."I'm still angry with you. Let's shake."Edith snorted as she tried not to laugh. She shook my hand. With nothing else to say,. I don’t know if it was the endorphin rush as a warm tingle spread across my buttocks after each stroke of the paddle or just that the Justin I knew didn’t ask questions like this of his mother or any adult. The last few years he seldom ever spoke to me, and if he did, it was about video games that I had no interest in hearing about. If I talked to him, it was to ask him to take out the trash or to do something for Brandon or Anna for me. These questions seemed to be coming from someone or. Well, I certainly wasn't getting to sleep the current way. Maybe I would spend the night up watching Gilmore Girls on DVD, crying into a tub of ice cream. That would certainly be cliché enough, and it was my plan as I got out of bed and turned on the light. But as I flicked on my light and reached for a shirt to fend off the night's cold, a photo caught my eye. It was of me and my friend Carrie, arms around each other, smiling with surprising sincerity. Her girlfriend that week (I'm barely.