All this time I was soconcerned for her, but she told me that she was happy. Was that a ruseto shut me up? She's my best friend, and I only what wha...'s best forher. Shouldn't I be happy for her decision?"She said she was happy." I say weakly."It sounds like you're more upset about this then her." Should I be? I'm only trying to look out for her best interests. Whywould someone want to throw all of that away? Doesn't she know how toughher life is going to be now?" Is she? Is she throwing. ....................... "Honey, can you take out the trash? I asked you to do this 2 and a half hours ago!" Ugh. The life I live. The name's Raymond, but you can call me Ray. I'm 26, and the woman you just heard whining about the trash is Hana, my girlfriend of 7 years, and recently turned fiance. She's 25, and we met in college. Well, she was in college. I was taking the year off to try and get my life straight. You know, now that I think about it, I never did go back to school like I planned.. Back in her room she stood in front of the mirror staring at the bruises on her breasts and the large bite mark before starting to get dressed. Her tits hurt too much for a bra so she just slipped on a t-shirt over her panties and loose fitting shorts. She pulled the soiled sheets from her bed and threw them into her closet. Daring to venture out into the kitchen she found her father passed out and snoring on the couch, at least he'd put some shorts on. Forgetting about the Coke that she'd come. It was the early 1900s and the automobile had hardly been seen anywhere in those small isolated places. People lived there to cut lumber or work in the copper mines. He worked deep underground and took his meat pie in a bucket on the long walk before sunrise every day. He was a smart young man. Father built bridges and other engineering projects for the railroad that served the mines in the region. On the other side of the little lake lived Jesse, a beautiful petite young girl his same age..