She had a right hook that was pretty much slow motion. I grabbed her fist like those people in the movies do. I twisted her arm, bringing her to her k...ees. “Do something now you fucking whore!” I shouted at her.I gasped as I felt three hard blows into my back. I let go of Tory, spinning around, my fist balled and moving toward my attacker’s face.I didn’t have time to stop before my fist collided, quite hard, with my sister’s face.I got jumped after that. James was holding Tory back, whispering. Although I was pretty good inteam sports I was still picked last.For example, when I was about twelve and walking home from school, this boycame up from behind me and said, "I want to see if you're a boy or a girl,"and goosed me. I fell down to the ground to protect myself. The physicalpain lasted only a minute or two. The emotional pain lasted a lifetime.In high school my senior class voted as to who was the best looking.Although I tried to hide what I was at the time I came in third in. She was in tears beyond tears. I held her close and told her not to worry as if I were some knight in shining armor charging blindly into battle against some unknown enemy army when, in fact, even then I was still really little more than a k** who did not have a clue as to what was actually happening. Sylvia, who was still crying and lying in my arms when the front door of the house opened and Mrs. McDonald came out to the car. When she saw that Sylvia was in tears, she ran to the passenger. .. ?" No, Mom, I'm just not hungry. I... I have to go now if I'm going to do anything at the park." All right, if you insist. But mind you be back at noon!" Yes, I will," he said reluctantly. He kissed her perfunctorily on one cheek and left the kitchen almost on a run. The last thing he wanted to do was come back here at noon, but then, he didn't especially want to go to the park, either! He didn't know what he wanted to do, except be by himself awhile and sort out some of the confusion and.