“Ouch,” I used some words I wouldn’t want my kids to hear ... like Motherfucker and Ow, God Damn Son of a Bitch and a few others I’d learned f...om Scottie the engineer when the wrench slipped and he banged the sharp part of the Atlas-Imperial Diesel. Then a few more while he was fishing that same wrench out from under the diesel engine. They were in French and Vietnamese and had a lot to do with mothers, fathers, sisters and excrement ... and goats and water buffalo.“What?” I asked.Scottie. Indeed I should, for my short life of twenty-one years had been paved with love-related disappointments from the first feeble attempts to attract boys in my teens until now. Now, I had honestly thought that I had finally found someone I could trust not to break my heart. Naturally I was wrong. I don’t even know why I felt so strongly about my latest conquest-gone-awry, because it had been of pretty short duration. I had dated Andrew for only about three weeks and that is definitely not a long. She opened the door listened for the footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs, but oddly, she swore there was more than just Evelyn’s steps she was hearing! A second or two later she was proven right, as her Evelyn and a young lady of perhaps twenty or so turned up the last flight to Marion’s apartment. Marion looked at the young visitor and asked Marion, “Who’s your friend, or is it a secret!?!” Before she answered, Evie gave Marion a kiss on the cheek and replied, “I found her in an Internet. Sucked off at least a dozen while another dozen fucked her. I started feeling a little dizzy. But this is only a glass of wine. The show ended and the lights started to dim. After a few moments the lights came on and the MC was calling me up. The audience was chanting Jamie Jamie we want Jamie. Oh My What Did I Get Into? I was practically pushed on stage. There was what looked like a padded saw horse with leather straps center stage. What is that I asked. It's your stage prop Honey. Climb on,.