Let’s add a few things about me as you would say it. I’m a social retard. I am a C lister. I act like a snob, because I think I’m smart. Should ... go on?”Denise screamed in frustration. How could you insult someone when they took the words right out of your mouth, without even a hint of embarrassment about it? The creep needed to be put in his place.“I am very self-critical. As Daniel Radcliffe said, ‘Being self-critical is good; being self-hating is destructive. There’s a very fine line there. She had told Kate all about the father, son and daughter. How they had all fucked her, and each other. It had excited Kate, and it hadn’t taken much effort on Kate’s part to get Ben to have sex with her. A few visits to Kate’s office to drop things off for his mum, a little bit of flirting, a glass or two of wine, and then getting him to drop things off at her home.They were lying in bed after they had had sex. Ben was lying on his side looking at Kate's face and stroking her body,. I do so miss the green. Son, when I’m gone, you must have a good old-fashioned wake for me. No crying or wailing or making a to-do over my corpse. Just a few pints and a fond remembrance. Will you do that for me son?”“Yes Ma’am, we’ll give you a grand send-off. The wee ones will be speaking of it forever.”Beverly gripped my hand harder, even painfully. Her eyes were staring at the ceiling. “Aggie, I can see him. I can see my Richard. He’s just as handsome as when we first met. Remember how. She lay absolutely still in complete exhaustion for a few seconds. Then, smoothing out the bed covers and pulling her nightie down, she began to wonder what tomorrow would hold for her. A few moments later she turned over on her side and within a few minutes was sound asleep. As the bus turned off route 5 and headed for the station on Pearl St. in Eugene, Oregon, Kellie stirred. It had been an uneventful but nevertheless arduous trek across the country. Sitting and sleeping on a Greyhound bus.