" Yeah, yeah, yeah. What kind of fantasies?" Romantic fantasies," she said."Oh," he said. His interest waned a bit. He'd picked up one of those romanc... novels one time, and read a few pages. He'd decided it was crap. "Well, there you are. Harmless fantasies. The fantasies guys have are harmless, just like that." Maybe not," she said."What?" Before all this happened, I didn't think that much about physical things ... about sex." How can you not think about physical things while you're using. To my surprise, my dad just laughed, and told Ryan he handled tools like a woman and informed him that the object he had just been injured by was called a w-r-e-n-t-c-h. I always found his swearing extremely attractive, not that I knew what attractive even meant back then.I finally found the courage to stand up, only a little sore from my prior engagement. I walked the short way down the hall in an odd, tight-legged way that lessened the throbbing in my ass. Of course as I entered Ryan's room. They had a search warrant to investigate sexual abuse with a minor and were giving me a call to make sure this was not a crank call.I looked outside and sure enough there were flashing lights and two cops were coming to the door.As it turned out Mel's husband had some how set her up. We were both being arrested for sexual abuse of a student. Deb was taken home to her mother, Janelle in tears.In school the next week, we were both suspended and I was arrested again. It was my home and even though. .. asshole!I stood in the snow and cold for quite a while, letting the icy wind lash futilely at the flames that engulfed my body. In time I became accustomed to the over stuffed and swollen sensation of my personal torment, becoming resigned to the ache in my chest and at peace with the anger and disappointment that gnawed at my belly. The image of my sister and her boy-friend, along with dozens of unrelated but equally hurtful memories, ran thru my mind like a never-ending loop of movie film.