I haven’t spoken to them.”“Please don’t go to bat for me. Don’t soil your reputation on my account, Dr. Carter.”“Stop calling me Dr. Car...er.”She was starting to cry and that would break my heart.“Look, Jane, I got the message loud and clear. I’m not in your class or even in the same room as you. I won’t be causing you any more problems. It will only end badly for me. I don’t need it.”“Rob, are you saying you don’t want me?”I thought, “God, why did you say that. You don’t know, My Love. Every. He was allowed to chose afew more out of fashion magazines and on-line which his mother bought.He was too shy to go into a shop and buy one himself. Eventually he hadnearly a dozen and could choose a different one each night. He even hadpink baby doll one with matching bloomers.The Saturday morning after getting his first night-dress his motherexplained, "You are going to be wearing dresses and skirts to schoolfor the last week, so you need to get used to wearing them now. So putthese on." She. Sharri’s blood went cold when she saw a blood covered kitchen knife sitting on the passenger seat.Heart pounding Sharri ran up to the door of the caravan. Terrified at what she would find Sharri pushed open the door. Inside the trailer had been wrecked, blood splatters and bloody fingerprints were everywhere. Spotting Karen on the floor of the kitchen amongst the debris Sharri rushed over to her.Tears streaming down her face and softly calling Karen’s name Sharri moved Karen’s blood caked hair. "Come on," she insisted, "at least try it on and see what you think."I went into the bathroom, took off everything but my underwear, and put the shirt on. I had to admit, it was a good way of keeping my shirts tails tucked in and besides, it fit like a glove. When I came out of the bathroom, mom started examining her work. She checked the fit of the shirt on my shoulders and how it conformed to my body."How do you like it," she asked."It's beautiful, but I'm not sure about the way it fits down.