I parked the car in the middle of the disused road, killed the engine, exited the car. I walked around to the trunk and opened it, recoiling from the ...dor of feces and urine, and most likely vomit. Jerry had, it seemed, not waited for me to help him shuffle off the mortal coil. He’d done it himself. Most likely Hendrixed himself. Too bad. I hoisted the body out of the trunk, dragged it a few dozen yards off the road, I covered it with leaves and branches and detritus from the surrounding woods,. On July 6 of last year I broke up with Heather, ending the worstrelationship of my life. I was 25 at the time. Heather was in interestingspecimen to be sure. A grouchy and emotionless diabetic finishing up herPhD in Exercise Science, Heather was someone that eschewed femininityalmost completely. If I were to be truthful, I would admit that I lovedher because I deemed her fucked up enough to love me back. It was an interesting relationship because in many ways I was the girl. Ienjoyed cooking. .MMMMM. Hold me, darling."Half an hour later, they sit at the kitchen table,waiting for coffee tobrew, Stephanie in a pretty pink lace nightie and Monica's slippers.Monica is wearing a plain white nightie, her feet bare. They both havesevere bedhead. Monica looks across to her love and giggles," Who wouldhave known, two days ago, we would be sitting here like this. You sittinghere in my panties and nightie.Want coffee?" She gets up, pours two cups, sets them on the table, kissesStephanie. The. "Here, let me help you." Suddenly a boywas crouched on the ground next to him. Their hands touched as theyreached for the same book. Kevin turned to look straight into a pair ofwarm brown eyes, shrieked again, and tore his hand away as if it hadbeen scalded.Inside him, Kiku was bouncing off the walls."Heh, so I guess you're the shy one."Kevin didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't."Look, your backpack is ruined, and I have the feeling we have all thesame classes. Why don't you let me.