Somewhere deep inside of myself, I know I do not belong here. I know these artifacts are not my own. We have delved into the dark of the woods now, a...d damp leaves pad our steps. He walks carefully, chooses his footsteps with incredible precision. He keeps his eyes up. I do my best to follow him, looking down at my feet in order to place them in the same spots as his. Often I snap a twig or slap my boot down heavily on a rock. I know he hears me and I know how important it is to him that we. How is your foot doing?" "Much better," she said "Coach says I should back to normal in about another week and then I'll do a special cheer at the next game just for you." I blushed as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. As she was ready to return to her seat she whispered in my ear "Be good to Susie Monday." I wondered what she meant by that. Probably she meant for me to help Susie with her studying for the big test.Tracy and I walked home hand in hand after the game. She said "Greg, I can't. She's old enough." The sated woman reached out to stroke her husband's artificially hardened tool."That's an awful thing to say about her." Don felt guilty because he'd been pretending he was fucking his young sister in law for almost an hour.And his young sister in law was watching and listening, knowing that what her sister said was correct. She ached to have him with her, in her. Why wasn't he a bit like Joan? Why did he have to be so moral?Julie had decided what she was going to do. She was. " "Were, you say?" Swipe leaned close to his partner and whispered, "She sucked the void." Pied took a long drink. "I can think of worse ways to do yourself in. At least her suicide was fast." "Rumor has it that Rybold over there hasn't danced a step since she kicked off. Never will again, either." "I'm going to ask him to dance." As Pied turned, Swipe clutched his shirt sleeve and almost pulled him off the barstool. "You're drunk, Pied. A man like him is respectable." "He ain't God," said Pied.