." Jake mumbles."Good for you!" I say.He checks who's been asking and he is surprised to see my face."Lucy... I can explain," he says."Jake, we're off... You piece of shit! And you too BITCH!" I slap Jake's face and run away from the party.I end up sitting down in a bench near the school campus when somebody pats my back. I'm surprised that it's Lucio. He sits beside me as I hug him tight, I tell him about what happened and we decide to go home.When we are at the car, he comforts me. I look into. To my disbelief, I kept slowly taking more and more, wanting, absurdly, to be a good cocksucker, and better than Andy."Shit cocksucker, I'm enjoying this slow burn, but I need to get back to school, my girlfriend is going to be wondering where I am," he said.Oddly...pathetically...my first reaction was shit, I'm not going to get to taste his cum.He declared, "I'm going to fuck your mouth, cocksucker."Excited he still planned to finish, I moaned on his cock."Such an eager married white. Like most men I don't cry, but what was said in those words made me feel for my father. I understood his hurt. I copied both the log and letter.Later that day I got off my duff and actually landed a job at Burger King. Dad later said it was honorable work. I also made an application to that community college. I was accepted for the next fall. My grades became those straight A's that I had claimed at MIT. While I was there I met the wonderful woman who eventually became my wife. From that. He poured himself a glass of wine and toasted the bare, pastel pink walls."To a new beginning, Bobbi girl," he said, and then caught himself. Bobbi girl? What on earth was he saying?He was saying his name, he answered himself. As for the "girl" part...well...actually, it felt kind of nice. Very nice, in fact. It felt right. "Bobbi boy" just didn't. Anyway, how else would you abbreviate Roberta?He finished his wine and went to bed, making sure the window was open to let out the paint.