I continued to shout after them, “FOOLS! ALL OF YOU ARE FOOLS FOR FALLING IN LOVE ONLY TO BE HURT AGAIN AND AGAIN! I’M DONE WITH GIRLS AND DONE WITH LOVE! YOU HEAR ME?! I AM DONE!!!”
After that, I was fine! Well as fine as I’d felt in a couple days at least. Before I went downstairs, I stripped naked there in my room, leaving the wet GoodNite and my clothes on the floor. I then marched myself into the bathroom where I took a much needed shower. Afterward I streaked back to the armoire, having not dried myself at all, retrieved and slipped on a fresh GoodNite. Not once did I even think of putting on the special diapers, plastic pants, or snap-in-the-crotch shirts my grandfather had made especially for me. Over the GoodNite went a pair of blue jeans, no belt; and finally a pullover sweatshirt with the letters ‘XXX’ across the front in big bold font and below that in smaller, stretched fount was the word ‘RATED’.
