But I'm not a total dummy. Do you really think that I took all those psych. courses because I was fond of rats?" That's what Mom always said." Well, n...t the four legged kind. You and Kristin are only two years apart; that's why you always can tell what the other is thinking." Pfft!" Whitney could hardly remember one occasion when her baby sister had understood what she had said, let alone read her mind."Well, must be. You wouldn't think that my sister could speak for me, otherwise. Anyway, when. One old timer, scruffy looking with a grey tobacco-stained beard and moustache, leaned forward long enough to squirt a stream of brown tobacco juice with a dead eyed aim at a brown lizzard, just as the critter opened its mouth to flick it’s tongue at a slow moving horse fly. Needless to say, the lizzard was quite shocked and unprepared for the sudden influx of burning liquid. The poor critter rose straight up into the air with a suddenness that would have made a Mississippi bullfrog green with. ~That squishy feelingis awful.~The makeshift pad of plastic and toilet paper kept her underwear cleanfor the moment, but there wasn't enough paper to stay out for more thananother day or two.~I'm not sure that will be enough time.~ Her thoughts always spun backto trust. ~How can I ever trust her again? Or Michael? He at leastshould have warned me. ~ The heavy bronze sword found its way into herhand. An inoffensive tree found itself the recipient of her anger as shevented the pent-up fury of the. " I left her standing there and went to refill my beer at the bar. Later that evening I left with two of the football groupies that I had also just met at that party. My thought process here was a little bent. Why was it okay to accept the attentions of those two groupies and not give the time of day to Julie? My logic there would not stand up to detailed scrutiny because the groupies wouldn't remember my name the next day but I was the hero that night. Maybe, just maybe, the difference was.