” I had never been addressed in that tonebefore. Not for someone asking for sex. He wanted melike a panhandler wants your spare change. He neede... melike a junkie needed a fix.No woman approaches a man for sex like that — lovemaybe, but not sex. But in that moment I realized thatevery man approaches a woman for sex with just thatdesperation. We need it. And you have it. We love womenfor their company. We admire women for their beauty. But when it comes to sex, it has very little to. As one of the prettiest girls in the school, and, to boot, one that never ‘put out’, this was most male pupils’ dream come true. It seemed to her as if all her male fellow pupils, and even the male teachers, were already mentally undressing her. As day after day passed, she grew more desperate. During lunch on the first Friday in September, an announcement went over the public-address system summoning her, Alison, Peter and Eloise to Mr. Barton’s office after school. At the appointed time, all. It gave us a chance to cool off. She made me pull into McDonalds. I tried to avoid fast food, but my stomach felt like it was ready to chew its way out to find food. We ate as we finished driving to our destination. It turned out to be a motocross track.I’d always wanted a motorcycle! I probably looked like the Joker, my smile was so big. Currently racing were little kids who couldn’t have been more than ten. Their dirt bikes roared as they jumped the hills on the course. Brook had to pull me. I put on a flowered housecoat and took my soiled linen downstairs, loaded it into the washer/dryer before settling down for a light breakfast. My eyes were drawn to the telephone as I debated whether to make that call to Sarah to restore my life more or less to the way it was before. Knowing only too well that my life could never be the same again, I just sat at the breakfast bar placidly eating my cereals seemingly perfectly happy to accept my fate and all that might bring good or bad! The car.