Mamma. Damn, I was not going to cry.So there I was, at the railing of the Brick St. Bridge, on a dark and rainy night. Only this time, it wasn't Gary ...ho was grabbing me. Instead, my ringmate Jake was on one side of me, giving me his unconditional support as always. On the other side, my other ringmate Moira was using me for a bit of support, for she was way more pregnant than me. Gary would keep her upright, I knew. He was there too, of course, and with him was Kate, though her baby boy was. ” I looked at his reaction and I saw no remorse. In fact, he seemed to be a bit proud.It was yet another educational moment about the male psyche; it seems that all men have an uncanny desire to ‘mark their territory’, to leave a mark claiming what they perceive as theirs. And breaking my hymen was just one way for Gary to mark me with a Gary-was-here-first marker. He obviously liked the thought that forever more, he would be the one that broke my hymen. And now he wanted to claim my virginity. We took it as our own.Truck unloaded, Grace and our sheep-cat herded us dumb animals to the living quarters where the Chief and Arnold used the phrase many many times. I predict wide spread use by the military. I wonder if we can get a Tee Shirt? HOE-LEE in an arc across the top ... bicycle in the middle ... SHE-IT in an arc across the bottom. I told my mind trap of a brain to retain it for future use ... yeah ... right.So I drew it on a sheet of paper and said, "Grace? File this ... no not. It didn’t move. ‘What the hell is wrong?’ She screamed down to him. He looked in and saw the gear shift. He yelled back to her, ‘The asshole stuck it in park!’ She scrambled down the bank, looking north, up the coast. ‘Shit! The cops are coming!’ He and I both looked across the bay. Yep, there they were, lights were flashing, only minutes away. I knew I couldn’t pull the shift out of park. I would need help. I found the window switch and lowered it several inches. They were both standing there.