I had a chat with Chris and George about Cathy. I told them that since she would be fifteen I felt she was old enough to have a horse of her own. They...agreed so I made arrangements with a friend of mine to have her come by and pick out the horse for her to have. We had plenty of stalls in the barn so space would not be a problem. I told them that I wanted to reward George for all of his hard work for me by letting him and Chris pick out horses for themselves, also. George tried to balk but I. He quickly recovered and that grin reappeared when he saw my ID hangingon the lanyard around my neck. "So I take it 'he' is gone for good?" Ijust nodded. "Are you okay?" he asked softly."Yeah... No... I don't know exactly... I mean its just so... so...confusing... I'm glad that I can finally move forward and not hide who Iam, but... I feel sad at the same time, like part of me has actually diedor something... Does that make any sense?" I ask.Dave gives me a sad smile and puts his hand gently on. I have to learn everything. I need to map it in my head. Like, if there’s some strange corner, I have to know what’s around it.’ She looked at me. ‘I have to know. I just… I have to.’ She tugged my hand again to signal that we were changing direction. ‘Like down here. Come, come look.’ So that went on for a few hours. She seemed one of those people who had to trespass. If somewhere looked off-limits, she wanted to go there. I knew my way around the typical areas – the town centre, the main. It was just magnificent.The next night was Saturday, I was allowed up till 8:45 PM. But for once, I could not wait for it to get late. I wanted to stay awake and see if my parents would do the same thing tonight. It was about 10:00 when they went into their bedroom. I went to the wall with a glass and listened; sure enough, they were going to do it again. I quickly went out into the hall, got down on my knees, and peeped through the keyhole. This time I wasn't going to wait until they finished,.