After the wake I sat on the sofa with both these women sobbing their hearts out on my shoulders. Betty, the mother who lived with Mary and her family,...soon left to lie on her bed leaving the pair of us alone.I sat for hours holding Mary as she wrecked her body in tears. It was wintertime and soon it was bitter cold even within the house. I picked Mary up and carried her to her bedroom and laid her fully clothed on the top and pulled the quilt over her. But she reached up and pulled me down to. If a man needed to think then this was the time to do it before the fiery sun drew all the will from him. He made his way to a little square built around a simple unadorned fountain and sat down upon a stone bench so old that its surface had been polished smooth by countless backsides. It was a favourite spot of his and one to which he repaired whenever he wished to avoid his fellows.He felt weary already 'though the day had scarcely begun. He recognised it was the burden of his task that. Senior Year came, and I had a plan, a goal, an agenda. GET FUCKING LAID!!!! I had a good sized growth spurt between junior and senior years. I probably grew and inch and filled out weight wise. I was solid but my fear of rejection stayed with me all senior year. As summer ended, I was prepared for school… get fucking laid one way or another.Day 1 of school, I walked in, tanned body wearing kacky pants and a pink shirt. I knew that today of all days, I was going to look my best. I had. “So Dad, what’s this I hear about Felicity spending the night here?”I smiled. “Let me guess, you’ve been talking to your sister this morning?”“Of course, got to keep proper tabs on the old man, ensure he doesn’t become an embarrassment to his children in his dotage.” She giggled.“Then you already know what happened. Vicki wasn’t getting off the phone without ALL the details and I’m sure she passed every one of them on to her nosy big sister.” I laughed.With the initial mandatory skirmish out of.