The Darkness of a Death House

"Some hurts never heal," says the author. "I dreamt of Alyssa again, and this time she didn't offer me apples at all but instead unbuttoned her white blouse and dropped her private-school plaid skirt before kicking aside her panties and bra to stand nude and white before me" The writer was no longer humiliated by his taunts from a girl he had once considered an enemy. He found himself in love with another woman who would not let him go home that night.