Last week I went to the pool and had arranged with the Married Guy to maybe hook up afterward in the change rooms. Usually I just wear jeans over my s...eedos and leave them near the edge of the pool but it was kind of drizzling rain so I went into the change rooms which are a little walk from the pool.There were a few people in the pool swimming laps, but otherwise no one around. I pulled down my jeans, I was wearing my black ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos under them. I grabbed my goggles and started. Erin walked across the room to the door, and headed down the hall, and down the stairs, through the kitchen to the front of the house. The solid door was closed, and on the ground in front of it lay a collection of letters, Even from ten feet away, the white and beige envelopes showed that most of them were bills. But she could see right at the very bottom, the corner of a hot pink envelope mostly hidden by the other mail, and a smile spread across her face. She grabbed the letter, and saw that. I have far too many aunts, uncles, and cousins to name here but you will meet many of them as I continue with this journal.It was Saturday, August 14, 1965, my seventeenth birthday. Rachel and Jethro, I had been calling my parents by their first names ever since I turned thirteen. They asked me to. Anyway, Rachel, Jethro, and Bobby were taking me out for dinner and dancing that night but until then, it was another workday down on the farm. For us farming was a family affair. Jethro, Bobby, and. I know women who do not enjoy sex very much." You and I, we have talked. I did not know about sex before Dave, except that it was forced on girls by men who wished to use them. No, I wish to use Dave and he likes being used." And you're home, making him tamales. You'll keep him."Carlie left with a plate of tamales. A BIG plate. I brought a plate over to Mister Jackson. His wife met me at the door."Tamales negros," I told her. "They are sweet. Mister Jackson gave me the banana leaves to wrap.