"I know you mean well, but I have to befucked, Charlie, not counseled and psychoanalyzed. Maybeit'll help sort my head to be fucked, or maybe it'll be...amistake that I'll regret for the rest of my life, but I'vegot to do it. I'm not a child, Charlie, and you have tobelieve there's nothing wrong with my faith."She gazed feverishly, almost self-consciously, at the secondof the pictures, the one on the other side of the big cross.In this one a nun had been stretched out between two sturdyposts and. It all happened around the time when I had just turned eighteen-year-old. I was tall and lanky, an athlete and at the same time a delinquent; continually skipping class to hang out with friends at the local game room by the high school. Students would visit the game room during breaks in their schedule, after school, or simply skip class. It was the place to hang out and meet up with friends anytime, even on weekends.I was unimpressed with school and more concerned with being around friends,. .. not yelled.Meanness don’t just happen overnight.Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.You cannot unsay a cruel word.Every path has a few puddles.When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.The best sermons are lived, not preached.Most of the stuff people worry about, ain’t never gonna happen anyway.Don’t judge folks by their relatives.Remember that silence is sometimes the. You lean back and give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him you need to go clean up before your boyfriend gets here. You pull a white lacy thong out of your purse and say "Oh, I guess I better put these on too".You walk off quickly before he has finished stuffing his dick back into his pants, that way he can't fallow you. We smile at each other as you walk by. A minute later I go upstairs to our room and change clothes, take the tie out of my hair, and put a hat on (don't want anyone knowing.