"What followed was a long and uncomfortable silence.I walked over to the window. "I'd better be getting back." Alright, it's been nice talking to you....If you have any hot friends, tell 'em about me."I climbed back out her window. Walking on the tree branch the second time around seemed a lot easier. It was getting late and I was getting tired.Back in my bedroom, the computer hummed in the corner. I never bothered to turn the machine off because it always took so long to load up. Since I didn't. I wanted you to have your way with me. I wanted to serve you until you grew tired of me, then I hoped you'd kill me." Say that again?" Now I've lost my virginity to the wrong guy. I lost it to a normal guy, just somebody who likes to be freaky on the weekends. I thought you were the one, and I gave myself up to you, but you're not the master I was looking for."She marched to the door as quickly as she could, although she was still limping, and clearly still sore."Goodbye," she said, and. ”“I know. But that’s okay. That’s one thing I learnt here, Chad – but have too often forgotten: we don’t get what we deserve. We get what we are granted. And the one thing you and I have in common is that we are damaged goods – no, hear me out, Chad – we are both full of shit, and anger, and hatred, and lust for vengeance - me as much as you. Otherwise, I’d never have become your slut, never played all your cruel games, never hurt so many people like I have. But here I learnt that sometimes we. Whenheadlights appeared around the corner, I almost shit my pants. But itwas just our next-door neighbors coming home from the store orsomething."Are you gonna call the cops?" Tamara asked."I don't know. Shit! I don't want to be stalked. God, what a fuckingasshole."That wasn't the end of it. Actually, it got even worse all at once.Notes began showing up in our mailbox, in envelopes addressed to me butnever stamped or endorsed or whatever they did to real letters at thepost office. The first.