My father is diabetic, as are my sister, aunt and several other people in the family. I really don’t want this for myself so I’ve started eating h...althy. It’s not easy because I’m a big eater. I particularly love meat but I’ve got to cut back. This morning, I bought a vegetarian meal for the first time. I’ve decided to stick to it. I don’t want to end up a vegetable so I’m eating vegetables. It would suck for me to graduate from college and publish my work yet drop dead of diabetes without. Bakya asked me for prize money and gave it happily to her as I knew that it’s not for her winning alone.She had got high on the drinks and it’s clear that the alcohol starts to take her over. She said that she feels dizzy and two other persons told her to take some rest and went to their home. Now only me and bakya are alone and bakya is toxicated and clearly not in her thoughts.I knew this is the perfect moment to take advantage over her. I just closed the door and went to the room where bakya. He seemed likean easy mark as his spittle tried to merge with the beer at the bottom ofhis glass. "Hi, is this seat taken?" "No lil' darlin." "Thanks what's your name?" "John, I haven't seen you here before?" "I'm new." That was an understatement. "What's your name?" I had to think fast, I hadn't thought of a femme name for myself yet. For some reason I just blurted out the name Tori. Somewhere in the back ofmy mind I remembered that Tori Amos called. I opened the door… no one was around. I ran upstairs to take a shower and wash the sperm off me. After taking a long hot shower, I walked downstairs with the towel wrapped around my waist. I discovered mom sitting at the kitchen table. She looked distraught. The first thing she said to me was: “I’m sorry.” I stood there and really did not know what to say. My mom started talking again: “Ryan and I have been seeing one another for a while now [dating]… I’m so sorry… I know he’s your friend… I’m.