. I thought I heard her but now I can't be sure if it was your voice or what I wanted that gave me the last push I neededI launched myself towards her...I pushed her silhouette against the sofa that instantly created a mold of her figure and she seemed so fragile down there, instinctively taking her wrists I felt her softness and her pulse go through my fingers that were pressed vigorously against her skin.I raised her hands over her head and the dress stuck to her skin not the bow that tied her. Nothin Roy.. It’s just that you look, um.. kinda different than you used to.” Jesse sputtered out in his own defense.“No Shit, idiot. It’s called being a man, faggot. Something you know nothin’ about. You look this way, when it’s time to fuck girls. When you’re ready to start fucking. Do you know what fucking is, faggot?” Roy continued to abuse Jesse verbally, now getting up on his knees.“Fucking, yeah… It’s what you do to have babies and shit….” Jesse tried his best. Both Roy and Brad. ‘I’m not saying there is something wrong with the girl… but her boyfriend is…’ Autch sighed. ‘…the guy in the Camaro… are they still together?’ ‘Does it matter? That’s Bishop Junior’s cousin – the new TUTU capone.’ I swore as I scratched my side at that, at the point the bullets had missed my ribs. Violent memories itch badly, they say. Bishop Junior. I chuckled at the irony and got off my chair to pace. I heard his joint crackle as he dragged on it and wished I could relapse for a day. ‘Yeah,. Honey, youre not a burden! Thats crazy talk! Youre just- The rattle of Eds Ford F150 up the long gravel drive was punctuated by a honk of the horn, and Donna turned and scurried downstairs. It wasnt meek subservience, she reminded herself. Ed was doing all the work these days, and his time was precious, and so was his health. She put a plate of tasty leftovers into the microwave. She watched Eds broad frame walk up to the house, exhausted from the grueling demands of farming life. The microwave.