" A name is what you want people to call you. My name is Dorothy," she said."Well, you can call me Scarecrow then I suppose, as I don't have another n...me," he said."Scarecrow is a fine name," Dorothy said, smiling.After they had rested, the pair began walking again. A few more miles down the road they stopped for the evening. It was starting to get dusky as the sun had set and they wanted to find a safe place to sleep before it got too dark. They stopped at the edge of another cornfield, a. She absolutely hates packing. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser drawers. Surveying both shoe nooks and eventually decides to pack her whole damn jewelry collection. If all else fails, she can always wear a pair of diamond earrings and a smile. Wouldn’t be the first time. Exactly 15 minutes later, Jay is letting himself in with his copy of the apt. After he had left Mother and I had a heart to heart about sex and her little side earner, prostitution, which afforded my my good education, clothes and everything else my friends envied me for.But the lasting legacy was the image of this man fucking my mother, staring deep into my upturned face and cumming, while still inside her, it made me feel powerful, and Mother guessed as much.'You an I', she said, 'are so alike', she continued, and as we talked, I realized she had already decided it was. What most people don't expect from me is the fact that I am brilliant. I had graduated from High School with a 4.0 GPA. I was accepted to many universities, but even with financial aid, my mother couldn't afford for me to go away, so I went to the city college. As a part- time job, I work as a tutor, mainly in math and science because those are my best subjects. That is how I met Sara Simmons, the girl of my dreams.In a single word, she can and always be described as perfect. Every part of her.