"No."Have you ever, as a guy, done a backflip?" No." But, as Charlene, you just did. Maybe not as well as she can, but youdid it. Which means all you ...eed is a little practice." She reachedover and poked me in the shoulder. "Now, again. This time, stoprotating when you're back on your feet." Ha-ha," I said, unable to not grin as my annoyance faded.Amazingly, the next time I managed to stay on my feet. Ten minuteslater, I was doing the move as if I'd been cheering for years. Myelation was short. When we got to my locker, I glanced at Tricia. “It’s okay to sit with Cheryl today,” I told her gently. “I think, if Roberta comes to talk to me today, it will be a very different conversation than she and I have been having so far this week.”“Are you sure?” she asked.I nodded. “I’ll tell you more about what upset me yesterday when we go shopping after school,” I promised.She nodded and kissed me before we all separated for our morning classes. Beck waited until everyone was gone before voicing. Afterwards we lay together and talked about my life here and got he got around to asking about my writing and if there was anything else I wanted to know about. I thought and answered, "I don't know if I am letting myself in for more trouble but there's two things I'm curious about. Firstly I've heard people mention the milkers but have never seen them. I'd like to know more about them and secondly, I'm curious about the lives of the work slaves. How they seem to live differently to the. And never once, in all those years, did hearing those guys have sex frustrate me nearly so much as it did on that fateful night in the cabin—when Tracy and Connor, finally reunited, spent a billion hours fucking. Damn those two sounded sexy. Grunting and groaning and moaning and screaming… Belting out the word “Jesus!” more times than it appears in the entirety of the New Testament. Tracy and Connor powered through a marathon fuck-fest that lasted until the sun came up. I was just about the.