Crystal had told people that was what she wanted to do. When she graduated next year, she would go to Chicago. She was saving her pay to do that.A l...ud motorcycle approached and pulled up beside her when she had passed the first bend in the road. It was Byron. He had asked her to the prom, paid for everything, dress, shoes, flowers. During the dance and afterward he had tried to feel her up, but she resisted, and when they said goodnight, she gave him only a peck on the cheek. He never. Once Wendy was secure in the car, he closed the door and returned to the school.The drive to the clinic was silent, and a bit long. I avoided the clinic closest to the school and took a long drive over to the old plaza where the first county clinic still operated. I found it in a decaying mass of warehouses and mostly closed factories and quickly parked right out front. Wendy was now almost unconscious and made no protest as I walked around the car and lifted her up to carry her inside.The. " I didn't stop there."If you think you can pass me around those assholes," I went on, "then go stick your pimply dick in some other hole. I'm sick of you and your macho mania. If you think I am something you can pass around like a football you better think again."I was too mad to think straight. Gave him a proper telling off before I dumped him, which was a huge mistake. Doing it in front of his cronies was a major face loss for him.I marched off to the car park to get away from there. Jefri. I think knowing them better allows me to be more helpful in my critiques of their stories. I really want to offer something useful to help them on their journey as writers. I'm not much of a writer myself, mind you, but I have a gift for giving meaningful feedback, if I do say so myself.It was an unseasonably warm night so I was wearing my wife-beater and loose cotton athletic shorts. I like wearing loose cotton shorts when reviewing Storiesonline stories. Every now and then I stumble across a.