I lived in a small town with asingle claim to fame. Fifty years ago the town sports team had won aworld championship. If you've ever seen the movies o... a one win town,this is just like it.Not playing their sport, however, was about the worst thing anyone couldever do. It was a slap in the face of the people and its populace. Forme, and many others like me that did not play, we became targets ofabuse. It was a regular occurrence to be targeted for bullying. Somewhereduring the school day roaming. I had no choice but to turn right again to keep from running into that mass of walking death. A lot of those crocs were over 30 feet long, and I knew that they were nothing to mess with. Most of them completely ignored us as we came scooting by. A few did look at us with bored expressions, if one can say that about crocodiles.By this time, we were being chased by only two or three of the original dinosaurs, and Jane picked them off as they ran by the crocodiles. Now the reaction was completely. Soon they were bursting into brick, into building. Turning and changing. Kaki, red, and white. But my mind was not in this city. It hadn’t been for hours, and not for days. I lit a cigarette and watched the smoke escape from the cracked window. The smell lingered in the air and the taste coated my mouth. And for that moment my mind went counterclockwise. Almost like a silent movie, I watched it. My face and my breasts being pressed firmly against the wall. Feeling like I too may become part of. When I heard this I was terrified, suppose he caught some disease or the girl covered him in love bites, or got so drunk that he couldn't make it to the church. I begged them to stay in, but to no avail. Tony, who was a complete pervert, suggested that they would stay in if I made it worth their while. My mind was in turmoil; I was 43 years old and had never cheated on my husband. I keep my body in good trim and have always been aware the some young men lusted after me. Even my daughter let on.