Thursday, December 21, 2006

"You always like to think a bit of fun or at least a little pleasure went into your making; but I don't know. I can't guess if the dark-eyed stranger who put his hand up my mother's dress was cynical, or tender, or desperate, or carried away by the moment. Had she done it before? Did she know what she was doing? Was she scared or full of desire , or half-raped?"
---"Ever since you went on that leadership-training weekend Char, you've changed. I don't know you anymore."

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