I exchanged a couple of emails with my girlfriends about our plans for clubbing. In no time, I was bouncing against the walls, needing to do something...or think about anything else than the constant flash of memories and the feeling of the collar around my neck. I threw sweats and my iPod in a duffel and headed out to the gym.I got a couple of glances and looks there, but as the gym was full of other women they tended more towards disdain or judgement. Mostly I just put myself into a zone of. Maybe, for example, no kissing, or wearing a condom or anything.” She replied to me with an annoyed and angry tone, “Look. You want me to fuck him. I will fuck him. That will make you happy. You want this. You just tell me what I have to do and I will do.”I was a bit pissed at this time of how she was reacting. But I had to keep cool. If I start a fight, maybe she will back out and not make this happen. So I very said with a soft tone, “Mom, look I know you are angry and you are doing this. I asked her to send me a project and after prying out the particulars, then hung up. Once upon a time, she’d had a crush on me. But after I dated my old girlfriend for more than a few weeks, I felt that it had completely vanished. She remained a friend, thankfully, or so I thought and hoped. She was nice, but not at all my type. For her, being adventurous was saying, ‘hi’ back, to the cashier or waiter.I cleaned up and then booted my computers to check over the information that my partner sent. Yeah, do the small things, and don't forget, no matter what. You don't do people favors by cutting them a little slack, unless you were really careful.And that was pretty much it. I mean, in high school these days, no one much cares about anything except what they and their friends are doing. I didn't have that many friends, ergo, no one cared about me and what I did. And the people who knew me just laughed at the thought of my being hugely rich.I suppose it's unfair, that it's a bad thing to.