OK, anyway, Iwas thinking about you. Bye."~Oh, poor Andy. It must be hell if you're calling me. But I can't. No.~*****Over a year ago Andy said, "But ...HY? You're fine. Doesn't what I wantmatter at all?" Andy, you always knew. I told you." That's just a fantasy! We have a real life to lead." I'm the one that earns the money, Andy. I pay all the rent, buy all thefood." If the newspaper . . ." . . . reviews your play you'll be the next Tennessee Williams; and ifthe agent will just read your novel,. The headset cord went tight and theheadphones were tugged roughly from me, pulling my hair. They clatteredon the floor. In one swift motion I grabbed the comforter and pulled itover my body, covering the nightie. My feet poked out from the bottom. Myheart was racing. My body was sweating. My eyes were wide open.The door closed."Jason, what the hell are you doing in there?" It was Mom again. Shecontinued after a short pause, "I'm opening the door now."I thought it was bad before but this is much. She tried to blank out her new preoccupation with fucking, but she couldn’t get the image of Brads penis being stroked to climax, and her own memories of the numerous stokes she had felt inside her before his spasmodic jerking on her as he shot his sperm into her… “Dang It!” she quietly exclaimed to herself. But before she forced herself to get off of her bed and take the pill she needed to prevent Brads baby from forming inside her… she formulated a checklist of quick questions in her mind. "Hey Smiley, you fucking Child Molesting pig," I shouted at him as he ran up."Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you talking about?" he asked while trying to make it to his car. I blocked him. He was going to have to listen or try to move me.Instead of answering right away, I wait for Lucas to catch up with us. He hand Smiley the list of names. "Do those name look familiar to you short eyes?" I asked."Sure I dated those women and those where their daughter's names I think." he replied..