He puts his head down beneath his his knee's as he holds it with hands to block out the sound of her voice . A shiver goes up his body from his toes to his head.

  She tells the story to a group of freinds with a smile on her face as if not to notice his pain. : (     When joey was a little boy me and aunt lilly would dress him up as a little girl and take him to the neighbor to show him off . He made such a pretty little girl):.

     They all laugh and look over at him , his face is red with anger and he can hardly breath . He walks out of the house and smokes a cigerette in the back were he cant be seen.

     looking over this vary disturbing event . I can almost feel his pian. I cant hold the words back . no longer: can't you see how sick that is cant you see how damaging that was to him or do you do it on purpose to hert him.

      They all laugh and make me feel like Im out of place Right then I can see the way they are Old abusive people . I can only think the jokes not on him the joke ;no matter how funny you think it is , The joke is all  about  you.

   Most people dont realize when there speaking and words are coming out of there mouths. They are telling outhers all about themselfs .