Memories of that night started to flood her mind at an alarmingly fast rate and she had to bite her tongue to keep from succumbing to the mental pain....She wanted to scream everytime she remembered the extremes she had gone to. She wanted to scream everytime she remember that she had killed. There was a difference between shooting a blood thirsty drug lord on the job and killing an innocent security guard who was paid to protect. She had never lived that down. Her source had never mentioned it. I'd been doing it some since I saw the guy in the shower room that day and now Steve's mother was asking me to do it so she could watch. Or, she might tell."It's not such a big deal, Andy. Just let me watch you do it, come on, we can use my bedroom," and she took my hand and led me up the stairs where we turned the other way from Steve's room and went in her room.She pulled the covers back and stood next to the bed."Maybe this will help," she said as she pulled her robe open and let it slide. "Brad, you're gay?" Fuck no. You know I'm not gay. I don't do anything with the guy. You would be surprised how many men are out there just dying to drain another guy's dick. I don't touch them at all and tell them that upfront," Brad said.I looked Brad up and down as he was talking. He was 6'2" tall and had a muscular build. He had played baseball in college and maintained his athletic physique. He was tan and wore his blond hair cropped short to his head. I could believe that if he posted a. Knowledge was, and later became even more so, my sword anddefense. Even though Aunt Madge and books changed my life unquestionably, Janicewas the one influence in my life that created the inertial driving forcethat made me what I am today. Without her, there would be no me.As with so many things, it started out very simply, very innocently. Mymother (when she wasn't bombed out of her mind) always took me with herto the neighborhood women's coffee klatches. She did this because many ofthe women.