I seized on it.“How long have you been a relator?” I asked.“Too long,” she replied. “It gets old after a while.”I could sense she was in a...profession she didn’t really enjoy.“I guess those five per cent commissions aren’t that glamorous,” I noted.“Try two and three per cent,’ she replied. “Its not exactly a good market right now.”I spied a wine bottle and two glasses sitting at the bar.“How about a drink?” I replied.“That’s for show,” she replied.“Oh, come on,” I replied. “I’ll bring by a. "Open me second". He picked up one of the unopened packets. Nope, this one said "Open me last". He slid his fingernail along the seam of the other one, cutting open the tape. Dan blinked back tears. Dan Junior looked back at him, propped up on some sort of pillow or something. His little boy was grinning at the camera. Lisa had dressed him in a tiny baseball uniform, that of Dan's beloved Chicago Cubs. He carefully propped the picture up next to the lamp beside his bed. Now the letter. He held. He held out one hand, palm out; I subsided, shrinking as he pored over my most intimate imaginings. Finally, he reached that damning final paragraph.His eyebrows quirked again, and he folded the pad back. He waved it in front of me. "Did you really mean all this?"Silence reigned. I thought my heart would surely give out as it jackhammered in my chest. Finally, I crumbled, breaking down in tears as I nodded. Brandon dropped down onto his knees in front of me, his concerned eyes meeting mine.. Then he collapsed to the side, crying out in pain and holding his crotch, moaning.“Rodney, you shore are some kinda stupid!” It was George, the leader of the boys tribe, standing over the groaning would-be-rapist. “I tol’ you yesterday that she has our pertection. I think you need a lesson, boy!”Then George was on top of Rodney much as Rodney had been on top of Tina, and he was unfastening his own trousers. “You gon’ learn what it’s like, asshole.” He spit on his hand and transferred the slime.