A week with no confrontations or problems. Just the good things in life."I could stay like this forever," Tami murmured, seeming to echo my thoughts."...et's."Tami sighed. "You may have forgotten, but I haven't. You have a coach who expects you to be on the football field tomorrow..." And a slave driving director with play practice right after," I added."And I have an editor who thinks I actually have something to say in my column tomorrow, and we both have history papers due Tuesday." Stop!. It was early in 1969. I had turned 10. We moved and there was no Saint anything school for us to attend.I remember it was a public school. The teaching methods were totally different.And where we had just started in on sentence structure at my old school, this school was way ahead in the book.I know I never did quite catch on to all the verb structures and nouns and predicates.Wow! I might have blocked some of this nonsense out also. I'm laughing because I know I could write a sentence; just. We went out for shopping 2 hours later. We restocked supplies, had lunch and came back. Chris and I talked a lot. I tried to keep Chris far away from Kate as possible, as I wanted that should she tell Chris, it would be only after I got back home.After having dinner, Kate turned in for the night. But we guys talked and got high again. It was what we always do when I’m with my brother. That’s why I came to Chris’s to get high. I told Chris that after 5 minutes, the game was about to start. It. There was no science teacher – no science test. The ropes were real. The warm liquid dripping between my legs was real – but it wasn’t coffee. Apparently my bladder had decided it couldn’t wait any more.It was unpleasant and humiliating and gross. Then I had to sit there with wet pants and a very distinct smell. That was unpleasant and humiliating and gross, too.And I’d had a sexy dream about Lance Jenkins. What was that all about? The guy was a jerk. I mean, sure, he looks fine. But after.