The difference between my coat, and a work coat, was the additional horizontal pocket for dead animals. None of my dead animals would fit in the pocke..., so it had never been used.The drive to College Hill took half an hour which I used to get the truck nice and toasty. That lasted for at least ten seconds after I opened the door in the parking lot of club 21. It was a dance club for college kids. At least ones who showed an ID proving themselves to be 21 or over. I was a little disappointed. “I think it may be because I was so inhibited as a young woman. When I was thirty-three, I had only fucked one man, my husband. Well, revise that. There was a boy in high school who sort of fucked me; I wasn't ever sure – and it scared me. I was religious and inhibited and sex was sinful.”“What do you mean, sort of fucked you?”“We did a lot of things, but never vaginal sex. One night, however, his dick suddenly found its way inside me. I panicked. I was worried about getting pregnant and. Ms Reyes, my Math professor, set up a camera and promised she would punish me every time I failed by making me watch the tape, but not let me touch myself. “Such a nice body, no wonder you’re such a slut,” my Physics professor, Ms Peters, the oldest of all four, in her fifties, commented while running her hand up my leg then slapping my thigh hard, making it turn red. I moaned in pain, which made her slap me again. “This is supposed to be a punishment, but I believe she’s quite enjoying. I stared at Marilyn and Hamid, and then stood up. “Wait here.” I went into my home office, where I scrounged up an English-Arabic phonetic dictionary I occasionally used and carried it back into the living room. There I took a picture off the wall, of Marilyn and me with the kids, taken at Charlie and Megan’s wedding.I sat back down on the couch, but this time next to Hamid. “Hamid.” I tapped on the photo and pointed at my picture. “Ab” ‘Father.’ I used my finger to point back and forth between.