The little kid ended up being one of the tormentors.It didn’t make much difference, he still kept sticking his neck out for weaker kids, and he stil... kept paying for it. He remembered how it finally ended; it ended when his best friend Warren had more or less adopted him. Warren was tough. He liked to fight. He liked to rough house, but he wasn’t what you’d call a bully.Cal pulled the covers down on the bed. The white satin sheets hadn’t been changed. He didn’t think they would have. He saw the. Even," I laughed, "where you put your soup." Yeah, my mom calls it a mixed blessing. She says coming out of a coma after a week and having everything working is a second chance. But having no memory must make it awfully lonely." Janet looked embarrassed at leaking the confidence of her mom, and on top of it, making me feel bad.She pulled out her ball and nervously rolled it between her palms. She was miles away from the girl who played mildly tough while bouncing it in the hallway. I wanted to. I did not stay for the rest of the rodeo, so I walked around the fair for a while and called my dad. “I am done at the fair.” I said. “Okay I am at the garage door booth.” My dad said back cheerfully. I walked to where he was and before we left the fair we stopped at the honey stand and got a sundae. The ride home was long. I couldn't’t stop thinking about him. So I decided to call him. “Hey, are you okay?” I said on his answering machine. Not a single answer from him. I was so worried. After. I asked if she was okay and she was already laughing and gasping for air. I took a moment to let the absolute absurdity of what happened sink in and I too was laughing. I helped her up off the floor and we started to make out again while trying to help each other out of our clothes. This was really sexy. We were all over each other. Hands were groping, tearing and gripping. Our mouths were up and down each other's bodies. This was truly bliss.Once we were both naked the real fun could begin. I.