When I finally got home, I went to pick up and hold my daughter. She’s getting big enough now that I don’t pick her up all that much, but she stil... likes it. Right now, thank God, my mom takes care of Lucy while I’m in school, and I sure don’t know what I’d do if mom wasn’t able to do that. Actually, that’s not true: I do know what I’d be doing. I’d be on welfare and food stamps, with some crappy minimum wage job, trying to scratch out enough money for day care for Lucy, and I’d never be able. “Are you finished with your walk already?” She asked as she pushed open the door. I held the door open for her and sensing she was looking for company said in reply, “I was, but I don't have to be.” “Good, I hate being cooped up inside with nothing to do and I'm going to take a walk of my own. I was hoping you might like to walk with me.” “It would be my pleasure,” I said as we began walking. She initiated our conversation by asking me what brought me to Milwaukee. I told her all about my. It wasn't like he was the ONLY kid that ever got picked on. It was justthat, for whatever reason, he'd gotten on the radar of this particularasshole early on and never gotten back off of it. Ever since middleschool when Ryan had seemed to take an instant disliking to him for noapparent reason. They were both juniors in highschool now and the goodtimes had never stopped. A shove here, a timely placed foot there.Sometimes even a face banging off a locker door when no faculty orconcerned students. I spent in my hotel roomthe last two days of my stay in Berlin, unsure of how anyone would reactto my new body shape. That Friday night a freaky sci-fi/magical machinegave me the ass of an 18 years old girl that could be the model of anyunderwear brand making thongs, or butt implants. My ass cheeks stood outfrom my body like a bookshelf and their skin was extremely sensitive. Fora 31 years old male, this was not normal. I was a bit less worried aboutthe other "prize" that the Randomiser gave me.