I knew that mom and Mike were majorly fucking, what a nasty word that was, but I would have to be deaf not to hear them. And now that my body was maki...g me think about 'it, ' dream about 'it, ' want 'it, ' I quit feeling so icky about mom doing 'it' and started thinking about me doing 'it.' Yeah, doing it with Mike.The other girls must have been getting the same sort of feelings because the sleepovers changed from talking and occasionally experimenting, to serious practicing of sex. It started. How do you feel about those around you treatingyou like a woman?" Well, there's Aaron." The young man who brought you in, yes, I remember." When I first moved in with him, he was doing stuff like opening doorsfor me, but I told him not to, so he didn't. And as the days went on wegot on like two old buddies just hangin' out." So you're just friends with this man. You still aren't comfortablewith intimacy." Not--" she interrupted itself, "no. No, I'm really not. I mean, as aman, speaking. What the fuck? Surely, the chickens can get all the blueberries they want from the same place I picked mine. The only difference is that these are dried, he thought with a frown. Back in the cave, he took a few of the dried berries and popped them into his mouth, considering. “Hmmm, the taste of the dried berries is much more concentrated. So, do I have blueberry connoisseurs?” he said with a laugh. Then, grumbling, “The damn chickens are too smart for my own good. If they were just your. I had aspirations to be self employed, a brother in law and long time close friend who wanted to start a repair shop. I just didn’t know. Life change was upheaval. I was just 23 years old and in the past five years I had packed more living in that space than I would ever again, by far.Juliana and I stayed, slept on the floor at Jay and Lenny’s. I held her close as we slept. She had given me an address I asked for. I don’t know if she believed me but I said I wanted to keep in contact with her.