I think I can find a non-doctor on my own, if I wanted one." Christine, I worry about you. You haven't worked in six months, you haven't dated anyone ...n a year-" That's not true! I go on dates all the time." One night stands who you never see again." I'm playing the field. There's nothing wrong with that. You did," she said, sounding more hostile than she meant to let on."When was the last time you talked to someone other than me?" Christine scowled. "I don't keep track. Correct me if I'm wrong. “Now, I’ll tell you the feelings.“There were rules; rules that I didn’t like; rules that I felt other kids didn’t have to obey. But, I had to if I didn’t want to get yelled at, humiliated, and get beat on my naked butt. I had to find a way to survive and get through it alone. After the first couple of times he forced me to make him ejaculate, I convinced myself that it didn’t happen. I chose to bury it, put it out of my mind, and never say a word.“It was the everyday, constant darkness of being. You feel a tingle deep in your body when you think how close you would be to me. You walk over to the other side of the bed and carefully get onto it. You crawl over to me. Pushing my right arm out of the way so you can get closer to my body. You press your body against mine, your shoulder in my arm pit and your head on my chest. You can feel my slow heartbeat. My chest moves up and down with my relaxed breathing. Your breasts push against my rib cage. Your sex against my thigh. You lift one. The first thing that I found that was of interest was a passage that lead under the stage of the art theatre. The space opened up so that I could move around freely under the stage. It appeared that years ago the space was probably used in shows as there were a couple of trap doors although both were padlocked underneath. I assume that modern health and safety was a concern (even back then). The stage floor was made up of slats of wood over beams and there was almost a 1cm gap between each slat.