All of us worked for minimum wage, or little more. Thomas Van Someran was a graduate student at Georgetown University. His social understanding a...d social skills were more useful in an academic environment than in a rooming house full of low income men who did not much give in their personalities. Sometimes I had to intervene in a situation that was becoming dangerous for him. I liked Thomas. He seemed to like me. After all, I had taken courses at Maryland University. I read good. Most of Glen and Marsha's parties turn into drunkathons so Sally and I take turns being the designated driver and this time was my turn so Sally was really hitting the Margarita's and was feeling no pain. It started to get chilly in the afternoon so Sally went into the house to change out of her bikini and into her regular street clothes. She went into the bathroom, locked the door, and had taken off her bathing suit when the door opened and Brad came in. He stepped inside, locked the door. She sighed. The voice was right, of course: she was safe, happy. The air on her skin was warm. It buoyed her, making her depart from the clumsy density of her flesh. But this wasn’t a dream, was it? Even though she found herself at the house again, on the lawn again, it felt different; there was no fear.It was a sunny day, like in the dream, but she was laughing and running, surrounded by spring air and the rustling of fresh, white summer cotton. Voices swirled around her, girls’ voices, high. Only when he finally left the kitchen did she realize how long she had been washing the same tit. This had to stop. She had to take a look at it again. She knew that her mind had exaggerated the boy's size. One more look is all she needed to get this distorted vision out of her mind. In order to get some sleep again she had to go and look. That's all, just look.About 10 o'clock she silently opened his door, stepped in and stood in the shadows for a full five minutes to be sure he was fully.