" She leans in very close, almost spitting in hisface. "All those promises you made me were nothing but a bunch offuckin' lies. I'm going to enjoy mak...ng you suffer. She rips off herpanties and throws them in his face, trembling with rage. "I fuckinghate you"!Angelica comes up from behind and softly strokes her hair. "Come onDarling, I want to make love to you". She leads her to thetable. "Now, lie down and relax, we're going to make him crazy. Jennaclimbs quickly unto the table as Peter wails. No, he couldn’t be as content and happy as the others, and perhaps he should rebel against the force that made this so, but unfortunately, such a rebellion would pit him against that which was all-too generous, all-too kind, and all-too tolerant of his existence. He did not want to hurt anyone, but his incapacity to collide with anything other than himself was a prescription for self- assured annihilation, and he wouldn’t buck the force that separated him from what he truly desired, as this. Then I got up to the podium and the principal was reaching out his hand and there was a flash off to the right. I had just a second to wonder whose Dad had mistaken me for his son when there was this shout that bounced off the rafters: "Yeah Day-Vid!"It was Aunt Sandy, of course. She wasn't hard to spot, leaping into the air in the third row of the bleachers, waving her arms like a cheerleader.It wouldn't have been cool to smile too much, but I couldn't help flashing a grin. She must have heard. I masturbated more during that week than I ever have in my life. Finally, on Saturday, she called me, asking if I wanted to baby sit on Sunday. I agreed, wondering what was going to happen this time. When I arrived the next day, I found the house unusually empty. No sounds of kids playing, or TVs blaring or anything. “Anyone home?” I called, poking my head in the hall and looking. “In my room!” Tara called. I was relieved to hear anyone at all and walked back to her room, pushing open the door..