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A whore. A lousy whore that’s too tight…”
    And she collapsed on the sleeping bag and rolled up in a ball and sobbed so loud I thought for sure the whole state could hear her. I laid beside her and gently put my arm around her, testing first to see if she would allow it. When it seemed like she was OK with it, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her tight against my chest so that my heart beat against her back.
    “Hush, baby, hush,” I whispered. “Nothing’s ever that bad that we can’t talk about it.” I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her gently. “Oh, baby, please. Please tell me what’s going on inside that gorgeous red head of yours.”
    Gina sniffed and turned so our heads were facing each other on the blanket. The moonlight provided enough glow that I could see her blotchy red face. I brushed her hair away from her eyes. 
    She bit her lip. “I’m in the wilderness right now and I need to find my way out. “
    “Oh, baby. What the hell are you talking about? We’re in the woods. Our woods. Our make-out, happy place woods. This isn’t a wilderness.”
    Gina shook her head. “I didn’t mean it literally, Mike. It means that I’m having a tough time with something that I can’t talk about. It’s my journey and you can’t come with me or help me. I need to find the way on my own. But please believe me when I say it’s not your fault, it’s not anything you did. I love you. I will always love you.”
     
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    I was having a terrific baseball season.  I had never pitched better, and college recruiters came to the games.  Coach Smith was a big help.  Some of the guys teased me about being his golden boy. It was true, he seemed to be paying more attention to me this year, but I wasn’t about to complain. Coach was helping me get into Dad’s Alma mater. And, with dad’s Lou Gehrig’s diagnosis, getting into Dad’s alma mater was even more important to me. I wanted to make Dad proud. I was his only son, and he always talked about me going to his school. I didn’t want to disappoint him. 
    As great as baseball was, my relationship with Gina sucked. Big time. She never missed a game and when we went out, I always waited for her to make the first move. We never got past second base, and when you’re used to hugging home, second base just doesn’t cut it.
    It wasn’t so much that we didn’t have sex, although I admit I missed the sex; it was that we didn’t really talk anymore. I missed the closeness we once shared. I missed knowing everything there was to know about Gina. I missed knowing what she was thinking every minute of every day. I missed her.
    Sometimes, I’d catch her staring at a spot in the distance and I’d know that her mind was in another place. I wanted the old Gina back and became frustrated that no matter what I tried, she didn’t come back. It was like having the best present in the world and watching it disintegrate a little each day. Piece-by-piece; day-by-day; week-by-week. 
    It was no excuse, but one night Gina stayed home from a party at Jeremy’s house. She was sick. I got pretty wasted and started making out with this chic, Patty Monroe. I knew Patty always had the hots for me. It was one of those things you can just sort of tell.
    Patty’s boobs always looked like they were about to pop out of her tight shirts.  Her cleavage was as steep as the Grand Canyon, and she leaned over my desk every chance she got in math class.
    I was sitting alone on the wooden bench by Jeremy’s pool when Patty strutted out, wearing this too tight purple sundress that hugged her ass. She sat down beside me, tossing her long blonde hair back and licking her lips like those girls did in the porn movies Jeremy and I watched the other week. He found them in his dad’s secret stash. I had too much to drink and was horny as hell and one thing led to another.  We ended up in Jeremy’s bedroom and things got out of hand. Fast. So fast that before I knew it Patty and I