Allans Cay is a very small uninhabited island about the size of two football fields. Two channels cut it into what are actually three smaller islands....Fortunately we were the only boat there so we anchored at the south island, which only has space for one boat. The sun was bright and the water was so clear you could see fish twenty feet down. Sam got out his fishing gear hoping to catch the evening dinner, while Jake and Tom got the 8′ dingy into the water and headed out to explore the water. This continued for a very long time, over a year until last week. We saw each other all the time but never talked to each other. Sometimes I would look at her and see pure desire in her eyes, and I'm sure she could see the same in mine. Last Thursday, I was actually at the hospital because my grandmother tripped and fell while I was visiting her, so she asked me to drive her to the ER. I had been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour when I saw her again. It was 7 in the morning so as. She had thought about it for years now. Her father liked his usual method because of the combination of symbolism, pain and efficiency in preparing a girl for consumption. Her first taste of what her father called special meat was her own mother, although, she couldn’t actually remember it. She often thought that her father should be a chef rather than an engineer. He loved to cook and everything he made for them was delicious, but he really went all out when it came to special meat. She knew. Uh-oh…We played video games for a couple more hours when it started to get late. There was a lull in the game, and we both just sat there, somewhat uncomfortably. Then Robbie finally spoke, “So, um…in that drawer there…”I winced, quickly becoming panicked, but said nothing. He continued, also obviously uncomfortable, “I…uh…you wear…plastic pants?”And there it was. I was guilty. I had a fetish for plastic pants. They feel so good against my skin, I just can’t help myself. He found my.