As he handed me the cup heheld it strongly as if I needed time to figure out how to take and secureit. I tried to thank him quickly, but could smell s...mething strange in the tea and got distracted.He kept his hand firmly on the mug and just looked into my eye and said with no apology whatsoever. "Mike, I'd better bring this to your table for you. It's hot. Why don't you go sit down now."I felt stupid, but it felt very natural to let him baby me, like everybody already knew that I had no. And that you seem to enjoy sucking. I played in a golf tournament last week with Jimmy and we counted nine men at the tournament who you had blown. Want me to keep going?”“No,” I said sheepishly. I had called his bluff and lost. I ordered another shot to drown my embarrassment. “How are you getting home?” Becca asked.I was clearly drunk and in no shape to drive.“I can give her a ride home,” Clint volunteered. “I’ll close up. You can clock out and take her home.”I stumbled out to Clint’s. Thereon the jet my social worker introduces herself as "Mrs. Winston".That is all she would say.While waiting to take off. I must have fallen asleep.I am awaken some time later by Mrs. Winston saying, "Alicia we are heretime to get off now honey."I wipe my eyes figuring that the past few hours was no nightmare it isreal. I begin crying again. I keep my thoughts to myself not wanting toget spanked. All I want is to wake up from this living hell. That witchhas trapped me in. "What I do not. I told him about my family, about my friends, about my school, where I was in my first year of studying to be a biology major. He told me all about his life, which revolved mostly around a pool, and that he was in Florida to shoot a commercial. He was a year older than me, nineteen to my eighteen. His mother was staying in the hotel as well, but was arriving tomorrow morning because she wanted to stop and see his grandmother first. As we walked outside, his arm resting comfortably on my.