You’re probably, maybe thinking “dude! WTF are you thinking??? dont follow this crazy old homeless lady back into her dirty Bush spot!”But I was...only thinking: “Whatever. She’s just a kooky, harmless old bag-lady. I’ll humor her.”And besides, her “dirty bush spot” is exactly where I wanted to be.So she drags me back into her bushes, which by the way, is like a mini- outdoors Apartment with all her stuff, little second-hand shelves and trinkets, stacks of cat-food cans, weird voodoo snow-globes,. Both Rachel and Caroline wanted to be the mothers of my children. I had spent the evening trying to father their offspring. Both had stopped the pill and wanted to be pregnant at the same time. Caroline and Rachel wanted to be present at the conception of both children. So they both slept in my bed. I wasn't complaining either.I got up from the bed quietly and headed for the bathroom. After urinating I looked up to find Rachel watching. She walked in and sat down to pee, pulling me close, she. ? I shouldn’t have done this… God, I know now I shouldn’t have…” I felt tears coming to my eyes, because quite frankly, I felt my life crumbling out from underneath me. Once again, this stranger stepped closer to me. He raised a hand to touch my cheek and I flinched away from him, but let him touch me. What was I to do? If I ran away, he would surely ruin my life. He wiped away my tears, then smiled at me, “One thing you should know about me: I don’t like the crying. Save the tears.” I. It was bad, wasn't it?" She got up from the table and started walking away from me. She shot me one last look, letting me see how angry she had become with me. "I tried to give you what you asked for, Joyce. I warned you what would happen if it was just your old Kenny by himself."Joyce spun around and glared at me. I was once again glad that I was so much bigger than her. This time though, in spite of our size difference, I thought she really might attack me."You made it as bad as you could.