It's a memory that is almost still as clear as ever, even though it's about 25 years since it last happened. I was aged between 3 and 5 years old and ...earning to swim. Being too young to dry myself off and get dressed on my own, my mother would take me into the female change rooms with her so she could help me get changed, and I remember being very interested in watching the other women enter the room and change into and out of their swimwear too. In my young innocence, I even remember my. When he arrived home each evening he would find me still naked and fuck me wildly, right there in the back yard.For Christmas we went to my parents for Christmas eve and to John's for Christmas day. I wore a piece of cloth wrapped around my body and tucked into itself under one armpit. Both times John mentioned that I had not worn a stitch of clothing for the past two weeks. Both mothers expressed their disapproval, both fathers grinned and said nothing.On boxing day John and I were relaxing in. She later told me that she hadn't meant it, and had only said it because she was angry. But my reply to her had been equally brutal. I'd told her that we for damned sure weren't married and probably wouldn't ever be.That was followed by four months of me dating other women, and her doing the same. During that period, I tried going out with a few of the women around campus, since she wasted no time dating other guys. When ever we ran into each other she wouldn't make eye contact with me or. " She had thought him better… thought him special… But she was wrong, James would die the same way as those who came before him had. His vision began to fade; the pain was too much. He was losing consciousness.THUD"NO!" James roared internally. "Goddamnit, no!"THUD"I… will not… die... like this!"THUDJames slammed his bloody fist into the ground again and again. He hurt; he hurt everywhere. But he embraced the pain. As long as he could feel that pain, that meant he was still alive. Ripples of.