"Not the same things you were," she answered. "But at least Kasey wasn't crying when she came out. Neither are you, so maybe we should just call it a ...in." How about we settle for a non-loss," I answered. "I don't think there was anything to be won." You'd be surprised," Carrie told me. "I hate to keep drawing parallels to my life. But so much of Kasey is like me when I was growing up. I've told you about my Dad. I treasured the man. But that didn't mean I didn't do things that drove him crazy.. He approached and I felt him placing both of his hands on my waist, as he stepped in and pressed his crotch into mine. I could feel the imprint of his dick; it felt like he had a huge snake in his pants. Then he said: “Ana, I want to fuck you right now...”I looked directly at his eyes. I needed this; I really needed to be fucked by a young huge dick. I said him I had not had a shower yet…But he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, dropping me on the kitchen table.He pushed himself between my. His body was off the trail an' out of the way, soz I just left it fer the scavengers.Well, this hunch had paid off very well, soz I planned ta keep followin' 'em as much as I could. At the moment, nothin' was naggin' at me, soz I just resumed my way traveling south of Austin. Nothin' else showed up that day, but, hell, I had made a pretty penny off that incident, so I had no complaints.I sold the hoss an' other stuff at the next town an' came away with nearly $750 fer a day's work. Now, that. I do not hate him, I do not even think of him. But I am thankful for him. Because of him, I found meu homem velho, my old man. My man’s name is Peter, like the saint in the Vatican. But he is no saint, he is just a man, my man. I remember the night we met. As I have said, I had been going out for sometime with a man from Chile who had taken a job in Brazil. He did not treat me as I wanted to be treated. He cheated on me, took my money, and expected me to be there whenever he wanted me. I.