.. ma... ma... mymanhood. I just started to bawl, well... like a little girl. But thatjust made me feel worse because I'm not supposed to be crying.... But Icouldn't stop. After a while I discovered that it actually made it seembetter, like all the bad stuff I was thinking about had drained out withmy tears."You felt a sense of loss?"It's not just that. It's like when someone close to you just ups andleaves. You know things can't go back to normal but you miss them justthe same. I'm beginning. "It's refreshing. Remember our valedictorian?"I remembered the student in question from our senior year of high school together. The term 'arrogant shit' comes to mind, and honestly neither Susan nor I gave that kid a thing in IQ points, but a careful choice of coursework and the kissing of much ass lifted his grades above Susan's for the top spot."Yeah," I said. "Did you see HIM holding study sessions and helping out other students?"We both knew the answer."So what are you gonna tell Alan?". .. once she's done ruffling the younger girl's hair, Bridget moves to pinch her earlobe instead, starting to march her firmly out of the room."Um- ow, hey, what the hell?" Abby protests, albeit weakly and hesitantly; she did ask for this, after all, but she's starting to get a taste for exactly how out of her depth she may end up being once the fun begins. Bridget just laughs softly, leading her stepdaughter down the stairs and into the living room, with only the occasional stumble on the way. "Sordid details? She'd give him an earful."It was awful, Daddy. Just awful what I did tonight. I got stoned, see, and things began getting weird after that. They brought out a dog. A German shepherd, I guess. And, and-" she paused for effect.He urged her on. "Yes, and then what did those depraved people force you to do?" I wasn't forced! I wanted to make love to that dog. There wasn't anything more important to me in the whole world than having that dog's prick slithering up into me. It was.