I had no idea how to proceed with my life. My parents always made all the decisions for me. And I always went along.For my first decision on my own, I...dropped out of Medical School. Yeah, I know, that was really stupid seeing as I had only 7 months to go before receiving my degree. But like I said, it was the first decision I had made on my own.My next questionable decision was to leave after the burial service and turn into the first bar I came across.About a year later I sobered up one night.. But it wasn’t just pee, she was also pooped on, eating poop, smearing it on herself and anything else. Her friends knew how she was and often would join her but today they knew it was just going to be her.Walking through the right side, Erica entered the boys’ bathroom. Upon walking in she could smell stain piss, on the floor and urinals. The stalls were disgusting with hand writing on the sides and back of the door. Toilet paper was scattered across the floor, pee and shit stains covered the. Leaving the sun baked meadow that separated The Wood from the road, and entering the canopy of the trees, was like entering an air conditioned room; it was much cooler under the canopy, and the transition in temperature between sun and shade, hid the faint frisson that ran through her body as the magic of The Wood embraced her.Nothing registered with her except the overpowering urge to get to the deepest part of The Wood. As she heedlessly forced her way through the underbrush, giving no. ’ Jackets and ties came off around the tables. ‘First is Enola Shattuck wearing a silk sleepshirt. The ruffle-collar has a deep-V with a tie front.’ Mrs. Shattuck actually looked pretty with her hair down and the silk gown flowing from her shoulders to below her knees. As I said ‘tie front’, she pulled the string revealing her cleavage in the open V-neck. ‘Bell sleeves with lace-up detail make this sleepshirt almost dressy enough to wear in public but side slits make it obvious that it is meant.