Knowing if I did not sign I'd likely never seeher again was a massive motivation to sign, but the more I thought aboutdoing it, the more I desired wha... she was offering.All my life I had struggled to hide that little voice in my head thatsaid, "You should have been a girl," and in Heathers off the the walloffer was the chance to find out if it was right, but at what cost Iasked myself? If I did this I would be giving her free reign to do whatshe liked to me until I reached her mental image of. The fiery warmth of the liquor raced through her bloodstream, causing her face to flush. Another, mostly vodka this time, and she returned to the living room, aware only when she sat down on the sofa that she had brought the vodka bottle with her.The rest of the afternoon, and the early part of the evening, was a torment for young Cindy Jamison. She finished all of the vodka in the bottle, becoming very high but seemingly not high enough to take the edge off her fear and apprehension. She kept. "Ok, I'll do it."She opened the door to the stall and I shut it, locking it behind her. We heard her walk to the other side of the bathroom and then we heard conversation. It was not clear as it was at the doors edge."Where's your father?" He had an accident, I have to get something out of the car." Sure sweetheart. Take your time will you." Ok."I looked at her father. He was still on the floor. "I'm sorry." He said to me.I shook my head; it was no time to think about that. "Lets brace. When she was laying out my clothes after our shower, Julia asked, "What clothes do you want to wear on your trip tomorrow?"That took me by surprise. I could count on the fingers of one hand how many times Julia has asked me what clothes I want to wear, and still have several fingers left over. I'd have to double-check to make sure I didn't have six left over, that's how rare it is. Not to mention that tomorrow was a whole day away. Who thinks about their clothes that far ahead?"Ahh, I haven't.