I lay in my bed that night, thinking about everything that I had witnessed and what it meant. 'The guys in school were right; my Mom is a whore.' And ...verything seemed to fall into place.After that, I spent less and less time at home. By the time I entered high school, I had a part-time job at night and was doing odd jobs, and fixing discarded lawn mowers and other pieces of equipment for resale. I made several new friends in high school, but outside of them I felt like a social outcast. I. I headed north on the Pacific Coast Highway, slowly making my way back to Seattle. I spent a weekend in the Siuslaw National Forest campground about a mile from the beach and since I was feeling a little isolated ever since Alice left, I decided to go to Church on Sunday.I do that every so often. I’m terrible at bars. If you are a man in a bar by himself, you are obviously either a drunk or on the prowl. I suppose it is different for women, though they’ll say they just went out to have a drink. Clark is obviously too pissed to handle my business." But," began Julie. "How... ?" Don't worry, Dennis will make sure I get back to my hotel," she said. "I'll call you tonight, if he has to go home early and we can catch a show or something."We walked over to the golf cart and the four of us drove off towards the clubhouse. Danny and Ray looked like someone had stuck cattle prods up their asses, but I felt really good.We sat at a table and ordered lunch. Once we started talking it was as if. When I arrived at my hotel, I called Tom to let him know that I was back. He had asked me to call regardless of how late it was when I returned.“Evening, Tom, did I wake you up?”“No, I was just watching a movie on the holo. How did your evening with Mary go?“Nice, Tom. Supper was great, and we had a lot of fun dancing and talking. I don’t think either of us is ready to commit to being more than just friends right now. However, I think that ‘more’ is a strong possibility in the near.