“Why did you bring me out here?” She asked.“I come out here a lot, Erin. Usually when I need to think or when I’m worried or if I just want to...talk to Taylor. It always clears my mind. So, what do we need to talk about?”“I’m sorry, Sweetie. I didn’t mean to scare or worry you. I have been feeling a bit weird. I was walking past the big refrigerators at the grocery store and looked at my reflection. I thought that I looked really fat. I know, I have had a lot of babies. I know that. But I. ..Well, I guess I really gotta write this, dont I?The doc's insist that writing might be the best way for me to deal withit, and wont let me go until I do, so here goes .....But I am gonna tell it my way.Lets hit the wayback machine back to early October, because that's asclose to the beginning as we probably need to go.Thats when a boy named Tom transferred to Walter Raleigh high school.Tom was ...quiet, shy. An easy target for bullies, who called him "fag"and names like that. But there was. God only knows what his name was. He wasn't quite the master of the game that Tom was, but he wasn't bad, not bad at all. We did make to the bedroom that time.And it all became a habit. I'd go out, usually alone, have a few drinks, and drag an unsuspecting man home, and one of us would ravish the other. Ideally he would take the lead, and drive me to distraction with his technique, but I wasn't above taking control myself if necessary. It was always swift precise action though. No romantic. “What do you want to know?” “What happened? Was it in the bathroom, or in your seat?” “Seat,” she said, quietly, as though there were maids outside the door listening. Which wasn’t out of the question. I picked up my remote and turned on the stereo. “From the beginning,” I said. She squirmed a little, twisting some of the ruffles on her uniform. “I got to remembering, and thinking about how I’d be back soon. And I wanted to.” “Were you sitting next to someone?” “Of course.” “You used a.