I had killed him. The voices were shouting ‘to the well.’ It was harder to get James to the well. I had to some how get him from the abandoned hou...e two blocks to the woods. I would chop his body up using a butcher’s knife, and then place the pieces inside plastic sheeting. Then I would put the pieces in some duffle bags I had and carry them to the well. One day his sister saw me carrying two bags and offered to help me carry them back to my house. It is sort of ironic that a girl who was. Sensing a little tension in the room, I asked,"Have you two seen anything interesting lately?"The conversation became trivial, but it was a way for us to loosen upa bit and talk to each other without it getting too heavy and avoidingthe elephant in the room altogether. It still felt like I was tryingto do the best I could for Ally, but it was getting to a point where Iwas starting to impact other people around me and I don?t think itwould be fair to keep things going as they were. Was it fair. In just seventeen short years, all adults and adolescents on Earth aged fourteen and above were my eager and enthusiastic playthings as well as my obedient subjects, of course. I had only to snap my fingers and people would come running to surrender the booty to me. “Render to Caesar” took on a whole new meaning in the cultural lexicon. So did “church,” in fact, as most folks abandoned traditional religion to gather every Sunday for orgies in my name and honor.Suffice it to say that I often. The girls giggled in delight, Mom made eye contact with me. With asmile, she nodded in approval."Time to go home" she saidWanting to please Mother and keep things moving I walked over to AuntJune "thank you for bringing the extra cloths" I said sheepishly. "Yourwelcome honey" she replied with a smile "dresses are special, I thinkall boys should wear one, at least once" "after all, girls wear jeans,don't they"She was right, dresses were special, and boy cloths were all the same,pants and tee.