By the time summer rolled around, I could picture every detailin my head. If I had the gift of art, I'm sure I could have painted itpurely from memor....But my problem was more than misplaced lust. I learned this fact whenSandy dropped off a bag full of clothes just before the Fourth of July.Like many women, Sandy and Jena regularly shared clothes. In retrospect,that sharing probably led to some of my confused feelings toward the twowomen. It wasn't uncommon for me to strip a top off of Jena. Geez, he knows what that means and looks like he has a special place too! In the rec room I go with a big overstuffed chair as Winston sat in front of it. "This where your Mommy sits?" sitting down smiling at himComing to me, he's sniffing me, little sounds coming from him and said to myself, go ahead, take your panties off, let him lick you! You don't like it, put your panties on and go home. Acting like a smart alex fool, I begand to hum the stroppers song as I peeled my underwear off with. I’d had mixed luck and I figured I’d better wait until I found Sofía or one of her siblings to lead me to likely vendors. Not long ago I read a book, really a compilation of his blog posts, by a guy who ate his way north to south in Vietnam, eating street food all the way. He said he only got sick once or twice, which seems unbelievable. On the other hand, even if Americans obsess too much over their insides, I had no desire to spend the weekend within a few steps of a toilet.I ran into Andrés,. She just walked, and walked and walked, feeling more and more alone and betrayed, even though there were people all around her.As she finally started to tire a bit, she took a look around. "Where am I?" she wondered. She had been walking for who knows how long, and for who knows how far, and she had been crying so much. "Why was I crying?" she demanded of herself. She was alone, she realized, that's what's wrong! No mom, no Lana, no Hannah, no Pietro; she had never been alone in her life, yet.