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Delayed Justice By Julie O Edited By Robert Arnold Features Characters from The Julieverse Chapter 1 October 2003- The Beginning "Sam, how did your parents take it when you told them about your costume?" asked seventeen-year-old Sharon Brightman as she picked up her order at the front counter. "Mom didn't mind," replied her classmate as he walked next to her with his food. "She thought it was pretty funny." "What about your dad?" "Who?" replied Sam with sarcasm. Sharon set her tray down at an open table and playfully punched him in the arm. They were eating at a fast-food restaurant in a local strip mall. Sam Gibson's mother had remarried the previous year and while he didn't begrudge his mother's happiness, he wasn't about to accept Victor Mays as his father. Sam's father Martin had been killed in a car crash eight years ago. "Are things that bad?" asked Sharon as she sat down and unwrapped her burger. "They've gotten worse...since Mom got pregnant," replied Sam. Sharon nodded. She had seen the way that Victor treated Sam. It wasn't exactly mistreatment; rather Victor barely acknowledged Sam's existence. He took no interest in Sam's life or his academic accomplishments. Sam Gibson was one of the smartest kids in their class, but that didn't matter to Victor, who put athletic achievement above everything. He had been the town's star quarterback when he had attended the same high school. He had gone on to play college football. Unfortunately, he had been injured in his first game and never played another down. On the other hand, Sam was far from athletic. It wasn't that Sam hated sports; rather it was his physical size. Sam was barely five-eight and was very thin. Still, with a few exceptions, Sam was very popular among his classmates. "Sorry to hear that," replied Sharon. Sam nodded as he ate a French fry. "I'm used to it," he replied. "He's still pissed that I refused to change my name. I mean, he just married Mom last year, he barely knows I exist and he wants me to be Sam Mays?" Sharon leaned forward so that no one else could hear them speak. "Aren't you worried that he'll be upset...or worse?" she whispered. Sam shook his head. "Not really. I mean Halloween is the only chance I get to dress in women's clothes in public without anyone suspecting the truth." Sharon nodded. The two of them had been best friends for years. Their friendship was so strong that they had both confessed their deepest secrets to each other. She had told Sam two summers ago that she was a lesbian and he had told her that he was transgendered. Neither had told anyone else...or had acted on their feelings. When you grew up in a highly conservative town you learned quickly to try and blend in. Sharon was a very attractive brunette and Sam pretended to play her boyfriend. The charade helped both of them avoid undue attention. "I still think it's risky," she continued. Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Look, it's our senior year and soon we'll both be out of here. What's the harm? I mean, last year there were at least a dozen guys dressed as girls." Sharon picked up her drink. "Yes, but remember that it's a costume. You don't want people to suspect the truth." Sam cocked his head and looked back at her. "You know what I mean," she replied with a grin. Sharon had dressed him up several times in her clothes and she was amazed by how feminine...and attractive he had turned out. In fact, she found herself attracted to Sam when he was dressed as a woman. "Jealous?" he asked with a smile. She stuck out her tongue at him. "In a way, yes." They were going to the party dressed as Bonnie and Clyde. "It's not fair; you get to do out as a girl. I just wish that we had picked different costumes so we could go as a couple of women," she continued. Sam laughed. "So the truth comes out!" They both started laughing. "I'm going to miss you, Sam," she replied. "I think you're the only thing that I'm going to miss about this place." "I'm going to miss you too," he replied. Sam was going to college in California. He had picked a school that would not just give him a full scholarship, but was also as far away from the town he currently lived. He also wanted a school that was located in a more liberal part of the country. Sharon was planning on going to a state college. And even though it was 1999, her parents felt that college was wasted on girls. "Maybe you can transfer out to San Diego?" he suggested. Sharon smiled back. "I'd like that...they do have beautiful women out there!" "Besides me? Seriously, are you going to transfer?" he asked. "I'd like to, but money is an issue. My parents are paying for my tuition and they want me to stay close," she replied with a sigh. "Too bad I'm not a brainiac like you." "Have you heard back from those other scholarships?" "Nothing yet," she replied. Sam nodded as he ate another fry. "Well, who knows? Maybe something will happen," she said. She then looked at her watch. "Well, we'd better finish up here and pick up our costumes before the store closes." Chapter 2 Sam was really pleased when he saw himself in his costume. It was a short dress, with a matching jacket. It was more of a cartoonish version of a female gangster outfit than what the real Bonnie Parker would have worn, but it was a Halloween costume. It was gray with pinstripes. In addition to the blonde wig, he also wore an exaggerated matching fedora. Sharon's outfit was a matching gangster suit and fedora. The woman at the store was very pleased with the outfits. She was a short thin woman with long brunette hair. "It's so enjoyable to see young people having fun with Halloween and not sticking to the traditional roles," she stated as she handed them some toy machine guns. "Thanks," replied Sharon as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Well, I'll go change first," said Sam. He would have preferred to stay in his costume, but he knew he had to play the game and act disinterested. When Sam was in the dressing room the woman turned to Sharon and smiled. "Your friend makes a very pretty girl," she stated. Sharon nodded. "He's a good sport about this." The woman smiled knowingly. "I suspect there's more to it. Oh, don't worry dear, I won't tell anyone...many of my clients are transgendered. I just want to let you know that if he ever wants to go for a more passable look, let him know about me. I would be happy to assist him...or should I say her." Sharon smiled back. "Was he that obvious?" The woman shrugged her shoulders as she handed Sharon one of her business cards. "I have a sixth sense about these sorts of things. I'm very careful with my client's privacy...so he wouldn't have to worry about being outted." "Thanks," replied Sharon as she looked at the card. The name read Emma Clark. Chapter 3 Sharon told Sam about what Emma said as they drove home. "Did she say what tipped her off?" asked Sam There was a touch of concern in voice. Sharon shook her head. "She said that she has a lot of transgendered clients and that she just can tell." Sam rubbed his chin. "There are others like me...around here?" "I suppose...I mean, I know there are other lesbians...the community college has a club," she replied. Sam nodded. "I suppose that makes sense. I just can't imagine anyone dressing around here. I mean, what would happen if I was caught?" "I know what you mean," replied Sharon. "I can't wait to get out of here. It sucks not being able to be myself." "Well, we've only got a few months left. Hey, I have an idea...why don't you come out to San Diego with me when I move out there? I have an aunt out there and she's offered to let me stay with her until I find a place." "I didn't know you had family out there," said Sharon. "She's my real dad's sister. I've only met her twice...she doesn't like coming out here," said Sam. "She sounds smart, I like her already," replied Sharon. "Tell me more about her." "Let's see, Olivia runs an art gallery out there and she lives near the ocean," replied Sam. "You don't call her Aunt Olivia?" Sam shook his head. "No, she hates titles like that." "And do you think she'd mind if I came out with you?" "I doubt it...I'll write her and ask," replied Sam. "Cool," replied Sharon as she made the turn onto Sam's street. "Are you coming in?" asked Sam. Sharon shook her head. "Can't...family obligations." Sam smiled back. "Family obligations" was the code word for going to the local church meeting. Sharon's parents were very religious. Sharon pulled her car into Sam's driveway and put it in park. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school," replied Sam. Before he got out her leaned over and gave her a kiss. Part of it was the charade they were playing and part was due to the fact that he really liked her. Chapter 4 "Sam, what are you going as to the party this Friday?" asked Steve Cooper. Steve was almost six-three and weighed over two hundred pounds. Steve and Sam had been friends for years. He was currently on the football team as the starting middle linebacker. His grades weren't the best, but he got by thanks to tutoring by Sam. "It's a surprise, Sharon and I have a theme," replied Sam as he sat down next to his chemistry lab partner. "Do you have a costume?" Steve nodded. "Anna and I are going as Batman and Robin." Anna was his girlfriend. "I hope you're going to be Batman," replied Sam with a smile. Steve gave him a dirty look. "If I didn't need you to help me pass this damn class, I'd kick your scrawny butt." "Hey I do my part to help the team," replied Sam as he looked at the week's assignment. In addition to helping Steve Sam tutored several of the players. "Man, I wouldn't be on the team if it wasn't for you...I really appreciate all your help," replied Steve. The football team was currently undefeated and heading for a championship. "Hey, I'm glad you're my friend...you've kept me from getting the crap beaten out of me," replied Sam. "Well, Dave and his gang don't have a sense of humor." Dave Lowe was the team's star quarterback. "Dave barely has an IQ," replied Sam. "I'm surprised that he can remember the plays to call." Steve rolled his eyes. "Comments like that'll get you in trouble...but you're right, compared to Dave, I'm a genius." "He's lucky he has an arm that allows him to throw the ball so far, otherwise he'd still be in the sixth grade," continued Sam. "You don't need a group of thugs to back you up either." Dave had always been the star of the team and this allowed him to get away with all kinds of things, both in school and out in the community. There were rumors that teachers always cut him slack so he could keep his athletic eligibility. He also had a group of hangers-on that seemed to go everywhere with him. Like Dave, they were all stars on the team and could do no wrong. They also were the ones who beat up people who offended Dave. Steve was one of the few people in school that Dave was afraid of. "Okay, class, less talk, and more work," announced Mr. Jackson, the chemistry teacher. He was one of the younger teachers at the school and he was Sam's favorite. Mr. Jackson was tall and thin, and had earned a basketball scholarship. But he turned it down so he could study science. "So what are we trying to do?" asked Steve as he looked with confusion at the lab instructions. "Resurrect the dead," replied Sam with a deadpan delivery. "Oh, wait, that's next week's assignment." Chapter 5 Later that evening Sam was working on his homework. It was much easier to get things done now that he had his own computer. Victor couldn't understand why it was important, but thankfully Sam's mom was able to convince him that it was necessary. Victor stuck his head into Sam's room. "Dinner will be ready soon," he stated. Sam turned around and nodded. "Thanks, Victor." Victor didn't reply. Even though he didn't like the kid, it bugged him that that Sam called him by his first name. It wasn't worth arguing about as the kid would be going to college soon. Sam logged off and headed down to the kitchen. His mom insisted that they eat at least one dinner a week together. She also asked Sam to be cordial with Victor and out of respect for his mom; Sam did his best to obey. Dinner was fried chicken and mashed potatoes, which was one of Victor's favorites. "How was work today, dear?" she asked. "We started work on that new development over on the east side of town," replied Victor. "It should keep us busy until spring. I tell you Mary, this is the beginning of a period of growth here." Victor was a plumbing contractor and he owned a small business in town. "That's good to hear," she replied. "How many houses are they building there?" asked Sam. "Twenty-five," he replied, slightly surprised that Sam was interested in his work. "Why?" "Just curious," replied Sam as he reached for the potatoes. "Well?" asked Victor. "Well what?" asked Sam. "Aren't you going to make some comment about why would anyone want to move here/" asked Victor. "No...not tonight. I'm happy that you got the job," replied Sam. "Changing the subject, Sam, did you pick up your costume yet?" asked Mary. He nodded. "We'll probably win first prize." Victor rolled his eyes in disgust. "I can't believe that you're actually going to go to your school party dressed like a fairy." "I'm not... I'm going as Bonnie Parker," replied Sam with a straight face. "She was a bank robber not a fairy." "You're asking for trouble if you ask me," stated Victor with disgust. "It's no big deal...it is Halloween," countered Sam. "Besides, Sharon looks really hot in her costume." Victor mumbled something that sounded like this sort of thing wouldn't have happened when he went to school. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing both of you," interjected Mary. Chapter 6 "So did you tell your parents about the costumes?" asked Sam. Sharon nodded as she ate her lunch. They were sitting together in the school cafeteria. "And?" "They think it's weird...but they're just happy that I'm going with a boy," she replied. Sam couldn't help but snicker. "Sorry, but I can't help it...I can't wait to get out of this place," he replied. "I know what you mean...I hate living a lie," she added. They watched a group of football players walk by. It was Friday and they were all wearing their jerseys. Dave Lowe was with them. Sharon shook her head in disgust. "I can't believe the crap that idiot gets away with," she stated. "What did our star quarterback do now?" asked Sam. Sharon looked around to see if anyone was within earshot of them. "I heard that he had someone else take his SATs," she replied. "How did he pull that one off?" asked Sam. "I don't know," replied Sharon. "But there's no way he could pass them on his own...but I guess when you're up for a full scholarship the school will do what it can to help you. Can you imagine that moron in college?" "He's going to State...they're not exactly known for their academic standards...especially for star athletes. I remember watching a game last year and half the starting team seemed to have undeclared majors." Sharon nodded. "It just pisses me off that Dave knows he can do whatever he wants...and that he'll get away with it." "I know what you mean...Victor had two of the team on his payroll last summer. I don't think they did one minute of work. He said that he's just doing his part to help the team." "By teaching them to cheat?" Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Don't forget that he used to play for this team...he reminds me about it all the time," said Sam. He then lowered his voice. "Did I ever tell you about the time that I scored five touchdowns in the homecoming game?" Sharon laughed. "You're getting better at that...last time it was three touchdowns." Sam smiled back. "Oh, I checked the school's achieves; it was two touchdowns." "Really? Have you pointed this out to him?" asked Sharon. Sam shook his head. "I annoy him enough as it is...even when I try to be nice he thinks I'm being a smartass." "I think he's intimidated by the fact that you're so smart," she said. "I don't know...he does run his own business and ...he's rather successful. I just think he dislikes me because I'm a constant reminder that he wasn't Mom's first love. I think that's why he was so adamant about having a baby with her...it's like that nature show we were watching the other night...the one about the lions." "Yes, but at least he hasn't tried to kill you like the male lion did to the cubs...ugh, that was so sick." Sam nodded as he looked at his watch. "So what time do you want me to pick you up for the game tonight?" "I guess the usual time," she replied. "I mean I hope the team wins, but I could care less about going to the game." "I know, but it's all part of the performance," stated Sam. "I mean, we're supposed to be dating." "Some day I would love to go out with you when you're dressed," she whispered. Sam cocked his head and smiled. "Really?" She smiled back. "Of course, I told you that I find you pretty hot as a chick." Sam looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Maybe when we go to San Diego." Sharon smiled back. "I'd like that." Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the bell going off announcing the end of their lunch period. Sam got up and then leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Catch you later," he said as he headed off to class. Chapter 7 The game was a total blowout. Dave had three touchdown passes in the first half. Steve even scored a touchdown on a fumble recovery in the end zone. During halftime the conversation turned to the Halloween party the following night. "So no hint at all what you two are coming as?" asked Roger Kennedy. Sam shook his head. "No, we want to keep it a secret." He was standing in the bleachers with his arm around Sharon's waist. "I hear that they're going to have some great prizes this year," said Grace who was Roger's girlfriend. "Well, we're willing to tell you all what we're wearing," interjected Brittney. She was standing next to her boyfriend Marshall. "He's going to be Dracula and I'm going to be his victim." "What did you tell your parents?" asked Roger. Marshall's father was a minister. "We told him we're going as characters from the movie Titanic," she replied. "I borrowed the outfits from the theater department...I have this really cool dress and Marshall has a dinner tux, we're going to add the makeup when we leave the house." "He really hates this time of year," added Marshall. "If it makes you feel any better, my step-father really hates my costume," said Sam. "And why would he hate it?' asked Roger. "You'll see tomorrow," replied Sam with a grin. Chapter 8 "You look fantastic, Sam...or should I say Bonnie," stated Sharon as she inspected her work. She had just spent the last hour doing Sam's makeup and styling his wig. Sam stood speechless as he looked at himself in the mirror. "Hello...earth to Sam!" He turned and smiled at Sharon. "Sorry, I just...well, you know what I mean," he replied. "Shit...why couldn't I have born the right gender." "Hey, there's no time for that tonight...we're going to have a great time!" stated Sharon. He nodded. "By the way, you look great too." Sharon smiled back. She had pinned her hair back and in addition to her costume she had attached a fake mustache. "I know the mustache isn't accurate, but it goes well with the costume," she replied. "Well, I guess we're ready," said Sam as he picked up his fedora and put it on. To Sam's surprise, Sharon's parents seemed genuinely pleased with the costumes. "Honey, I'll be shocked if you two don't win first prize," said Sharon's mom. Her father nodded. "I have to admit that you both look great. Do you want us to take a photo of you?" "That would be great, Dad," said Sharon as she moved next to Sam. They posed for several shots and hammed it up for several of them. "Sam, are you stopping off at your house to show your parents?" asked Sharon's mom. He shook his head. "Mom is okay with it...but...well Vic...I mean my step-father isn't happy about it," he replied, correcting himself as he knew Sharon's parents didn't like it when he called Victor by his first name. Sharon's father shook his head. "Victor has always been a stick in the mud...I mean it is Halloween!" Sam was surprised by this reaction, but Sharon told him that while her parents were religious, they were also realists and understood that kids like to have fun. Chapter 9 The party was held at the school's gym. Sharon pulled her car into a parking spot and then turned to Sam. "Well, are you ready?" He nodded. "Remember, it's a costume...don't act too feminine or else someone might suspect something," she continued. "Okay...I won't use the girls room tonight," replied Sam with a grin. Sharon leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "That's for good luck." They walked into the gym together. The first couple they ran into was Steve and Anna. It took Steve a moment to realize who the attractive blonde was. "Holy crap...is that you Sam?" he exclaimed. "Tonight it's Bonnie Parker," Sam replied as he pointed his toy machine gun at Steve. "Wow, you two look great," stated Anna. "I like your outfits too," replied Sharon. "I might have known you'd pull something like this tonight...Bonnie," said Steve. "I thought we'd have the best couple costume...but I think you two have it locked up." "Thanks," replied Sam. The rest of their class was equally impressed with Sam and Sharon's costumes. Sharon was relived that everyone seemed to accept the way Sam was dressed as a costume. Thankfully, Sam played it up just right with right amount of camp. Her only concern was when she saw Dave and his friends walk by. They were all dressed a ninjas. Dave did a double take when he saw Sam. Much to Sharon's relief, he just kept walking by. To no one's surprise, Sam and Sharon won the top prize for the best couple. They won a gift certificate to a local restaurant. Sam leaned close to Sharon and whispered in her ear. "Thanks...this was the best night I've ever had here." She kissed him back. "I'm having a great time too." Chapter 10 The party was winding down when Sam headed to the bathroom. He passed Steve in the hallway who jokingly reminded Sam to use the men's room. Sam playfully shot his friend the bird. Sam went did his business and after washing his hands he started out of the men's room. Dave and four of his friends passed him as he exited. To his surprise, Dave didn't make any comments. Sam let out a sigh of relief as he walked back to the gym. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind and was dragged into one of the locker rooms. He tried to shout, but a hand quickly clamped over his mouth. Sam's arms were pulled behind his back and he felt them being bound with tape. He was then thrown to the ground. He looked up to see Dave and his friends standing around him. "You know...you're a better looking girl than a guy," sneered Dave. Dave's buddies laughed at the insult. "I think you like dressing like a chick," continued Dave. "It's just a costume," replied Sam. "Maybe...but then again you might be one of those guys who wants to be a girl," countered Dave. "There's one way to find out," interjected Rod Gregory. He was one Dave's closest friends. "So, Samantha, do you like boys?" The other boys laughed. "No, I don't like boys," snapped Sam. "Look, this has gone far enough...let me go." Sam started to stand up, but he was quickly pushed down by Dave and the others. Dave stood over Sam and grinned. "You know, Samantha, you wouldn't be the first bitch we've gangbanged in this locker room...and they've all loved it." Sam noticed that Rod had walked over to the door and was locking it. "Dave, this is fucking crazy," said Sam. "Who wants to go first?" asked Dave, ignoring Sam. "I'll do her," stated Paul Morton as he stepped close to Sam. He pulled down his pants, exposing his erect cock. Dave motioned to John Pierce and Mike Harrison who were standing behind Sam. They grabbed Sam by the shoulders and held him down on his knees. "Take it all bitch," ordered Paul as he pressed his cock against Sam's lips. Chapter 11 Sharon looked around the gym for Sam. She had been talking to one of the teachers who was acting as a chaperone. Sharon motioned to Steve, who walked over with his girlfriend on his arm. "Have you seen, Sam?" she asked. "I saw him half an hour ago...he was heading to the bathroom," he replied. "Can you go see if he's okay?" asked Sharon nervously. Steve nodded. "I'll be back shortly." Sam headed to the bathroom. He walked down the hallway when he saw Mr. Jackson step out of the boy's locker room. What really got his attention was worried look on his chemistry teacher's face. "Steve, go get Mr. Abbott...immediately!" ordered Mr. Jackson, referring to the vice-principal. Steve was about to ask why, but instead he ran back to the gym. Mr. Abbott had been at the high school for twenty years. He was a large man who was starting to put on some extra pounds. He was also the defensive coordinator for the football team. Steve told him what Mr. Jackson said. A concerned look immediately appeared on his face. "Stay here, Steve," he said as he walked quickly out of the gym. Sharon and Anna walked over to where Steve was standing. "What's going on?" asked Sharon. Steve shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, but Mr. Jackson looked really upset." "Did you find Sam?" asked Sharon as a feeling a dread swept through her. "No," replied Steve. Mr. Jackson walked into the gym and talked to the other teachers. "I'm sorry, but the party is over...I need everyone to go home," announced Mr. Jackson. There was some murmuring by the remaining students. "There was...an act of vandalism and the police will be here shortly," continued Mr. Jackson. "Please go home." "He's lying," stated Sharon. Steve nodded. "But what can we do?" Sharon walked right up to Mr. Jackson. "Did something happen to Sam?" she demanded. Mr. Jackson looked around and then leaned close to Sharon. "I can't talk right now...stick with me," he whispered. "Is Sam okay?" she insisted. "They're taking him to the hospital right now," replied Mr. Jackson. Sharon gasped. "What happened?" Mr. Abbott walked into the gym. "Mr. Jackson, I have to take care of...some business, make sure that all the students leave immediately, the custodial staff will take care of the clean-up." Mr. Jackson nodded. Mr. Abbott then noticed Sharon. "I'm afraid you'll have to leave too, Miss. Brightman," he stated. "No way...what happened to Sam," she demanded. Mr. Abbott glared at Mr. Jackson, who shook his head. "I didn't tell her anything," said Mr. Jackson. "Sam...had an accident. We didn't want to cause a panic," said Mr. Abbott. Sharon knew he was lying. "Where is he?" "On the way to the hospital...I need to go call his parents," continued Mr. Abbott. Sharon turned around and ran towards the exit. Mr. Jackson turned to Mr. Abbott. "What do you want me to do, Travis?" "Let her go...by the time she gets to the hospital everything will be taken care of," replied Travis Abbott. Chapter 12 Sharon stood outside the hospital, frustrated that they wouldn't let her inside. When she saw Mr. Abbott arrive she ran over to him. "What's going on? Why won't anyone tell me what happened to Sam?" she demanded. "Miss Brightman, please go home and let us handle this," replied Mr. Abbott. Sharon was about to complain when she heard her father calling for her. "I took the liberty of calling your parents...now go home...everything will be okay," continued Mr. Abbott. "I don't have to remind you that you are a minor and we do have a curfew." Sharon didn't reply as she walked back to the parking lot. Mr. Abbott smiled as he walked into the hospital. He headed up to the waiting room where he was directed to a conference room by a police officer. He walked into the room and found that Sam's parents were already there. However, they were not alone; the school's principal, police chief and mayor were all there too. Travis smiled to himself as it looked like his plan was going to work. "Your son will be okay," stated the principal, Frank Owens. "His physical injuries are minor." "Yes, but...but what about the rest?" asked Mary. "That's why we're trying to keep a lid on it," interjected the police chief, Tom Baum. "I mean, if something like this gets out...imagine how harsh life will be for your son." Victor nodded. "But...what about the boys who did this to him?" asked Mary. Tom looked at Frank, Travis, and Neil Wilson, the police chief. "They will be punished....but again, it's complicated. Victor, you know what a championship would mean to the community....if we punish those boys now...well, the team will be lucky to win another game," stated Frank. "So what will you do to them?" asked Victor. "They will be assigned community service...we'll do it in a low key way so it won't look like punishment...but they will be worked hard," said Tom. "They'll know they did a bad thing." "Of course, your family will be...compensated...for this inconvenience," interjected the mayor, Robert Carter. Victor's eyes lit up when he heard this remark. "What do you mean?" he asked. "All of Sam's medical treatments will be paid for," said Robert. "Also, as you know, our town is undergoing a period of growth...I know that we would want your company to be a part of this." Victor smiled broadly. "Of course, we will need your cooperation to keep this...unfortunate incident quiet," continued Robert. Victor looked at Mary and then back at the others. "Of course," he replied. "But...how will you explain...this?" asked Mary. "We're working on that," said Frank. "There will be a press release that a student was injured at the Halloween party...a faulty bleacher collapsed." "That should work," said Travis. "Assuming your son cooperates." Victor nodded. "Sam...Sam is hardheaded at times." "It might be best....for everyone involved....if Sam didn't return to school," said Travis. "I'm not suggesting that he be punished...rather...rewarded. He is one of our top students and we can say..." "We can see that Sam will be granted early graduation so he can start college early....he does have a full scholarship in California...and I believe he does have family there," interjected Frank. Mary nodded. "An aunt...his father's sister." "This could work out for everyone," continued Frank. "I believe we can even throw some...compensation in the pot to sweeten the deal." "Like what?" asked Victor. "We will provide Sam with a...a stipend...to cover his living expenses with his aunt. Also, I think there will soon be an opening on the city council, right Robert?" asked Frank. Robert nodded. "I know you'll be busy with all the new construction, Victor, but what about you Mary? Do you want to help your community?" "Me...on city council?" she stammered. "You're very active in the community now...why not take it up a level?" suggested Frank. Mary nodded, she did have a lot of ideas on how to improve the community. "So do you think that you can convince Sam to go along with this plan?" Victor immediately nodded. "He'll do it." Chapter 13 "Do you think we're doing the right thing?" asked Mary. Victor nodded. They were standing in Sam's hospital room. Sam was currently sedated. "Even if we prosecute the boys...imagine what Sam would have to go through....his life would be awful...no it's best if we handle it this way," said Victor. He was also worried about his own life and business if there was a police investigation. The last thing he wanted was to be associated with someone who hurt the football team...his business would suffer...his reputation...all over a kid that wasn't even his! Besides, the kid brought it on himself...dressing like a girl! "I hope you're right...I just don't know if Sam will go along with it," said Mary. "He'll understand...it's the best way to handle this...problem...for everyone involved," said Victor. ***** "Well, do you think this will work?" asked Frank as he poured the others a glass of bourbon. "I know the parents will comply...but Victor's right...Sam is hardheaded...just like his father," said Travis as he picked up his glass. "But I think he'll come around...we also need to talk to Sam's friends...and his girlfriend." "Maybe we can sweeten this deal to include her family," stated Frank. Robert nodded. "Lewis Brightman is a smart man...I think that we can come up with something that will help us keep his daughter inline." "So what do you want to me to do to those fucking idiots?" asked Tom as he refilled his glass. "Nothing until after the season...we'll talk to them all tomorrow...we'll have to keep it low key...but I want them to know that they fucked up and that they're not getting away with this...and more importantly that this is the last time we cover up for them! Christ! What if they had sexually assaulted a real girl! There's no way we could have covered that up!" exclaimed Robert. "Frank, you talk to your brother and make sure that team of his doesn't do anything else stupid this year. We have a big business deal going down and we're selling our community as a great place to raise a family...not a place where the football stars gang rape your children." "Gang rape...isn't that a bit harsh?" asked Frank. "What would you call it?" "They did this to another guy...I don't think that's rape," said Frank. "Technically, it is," interjected Tom as he sipped his drink. "I don't want any rape here...real or technical!" exclaimed Robert. "I want it made clear to those little shits that they're going to pay for this...indiscretion. The last thing I want is for them to think they got away with this." Tom smiled. "I have an uncle who has a hog farm...he can always use help cleaning out the pens." "Good, I want them shoveling pig shit as soon as the season's over," said Robert. Frank turned to Travis. "Who is Sam's favorite teacher?" "Mark Jackson, his chemistry teacher...he's also the one who...discovered the...incident," replied Frank. "Have him convince Sam that this is the only way to handle this," explained Frank. "Okay," replied Travis. "Also, let Mark know that if he plays along with this he'll be granted full tenure...and I suspect he'll be the next head of the science department," continued Frank. Travis nodded. Robert poured another round and held up his glass. "To the end of a horrible night," he stated. The rest of the men followed his lead. Chapter 14 When Sam woke up the next morning he groaned in pain, his whole body ached. It took him a moment to realize where he was and then it hit him what had happened the previous night...it hadn't been an awful nightmare...he had been sexually assaulted and then beat up. The physical injuries weren't as bad as the shame he felt over what had been done to him by Dave and his friends. They had used him both orally and in the rear...he could barely contemplate what they had done. Sam looked around the room and saw the buzzer to call for the nurse. He had remembered the one that had been in his father's hospital room...the room that his dad had died in. Sam pressed the button and a short time later a nurse walked into his room. "How're you feeling, dear?' she asked. "Can I have something to drink?" he asked. "Oh, and is my Mom here?" "Your parents are out in the waiting room, I'll go get them," said the nurse. Sam didn't bother telling her that Victor wasn't his father. Mary and Victor arrived a short time later. Mary gently hugged him and Victor sat down in one of the chairs. "How do you feel?" she asked. "Angry...humiliated," replied Sam. "They told you what happened right?" "Yes, we were told last night," replied Mary. "When are the police coming here? I want to tell them everything," said Sam as he sipped water through a straw. Mary looked nervously at Victor, who stood up. "Everything has been taken care of," said Victor. Sam looked at his mom and then back at Victor. "What do you mean by that?" Victor then told Sam what was going to be done. Sam didn't say a word as Victor talked. He was too shocked to interrupt. "So you can see that everything has been taken care of," concluded Victor as he sat down. "No...no I don't...I was assaulted...everyone knows who did it...and nothing is going to happen to them? This is bullshit!" exclaimed Sam. "Watch your mouth," snapped Victor. "Go to hell!" snapped Sam with anger. "You're really going to allow them to get away with this?" "Do you want to go to trial? Do you want everyone to know you were...raped?" countered Victor. "If it means that the bastards who did it are locked up...sure. Trust me, everyone will know what happened to me either way," stated Sam. "Don't I have a say in this?" "You're a minor....no, no you don't have a say in this. We're doing what is right for everyone involved." "Of course...it's more important what happens to other people!" stated Sam. "This is bigger than you. There's the school to think about; the team and what about this community? Oh, that's right you hate everything here," shouted Victor. "I don't hate everything about this place," countered Sam. "Think about how this will affect your family," added Victor. "I have," said Sam. "What about justice? What about punishing people who violate the law?" "They will be punished," said Mary. "Will they go to jail? No. Will they lose their college scholarships? No. They will walk around town knowing they beat the system again," countered Sam. "Well...you have yourself to blame," stated Victor. Sam's jaw dropped. "You really can't believe that? Do you hate me that much? What if I had been a real girl and they had raped me...would you have been so quick to accept this deal?" "That's totally different and you know it," snapped Victor. "Is it? Do you want me to tell you...in every detail what those....bastards did to me?" asked Sam. "Because I can...I can close my eyes and picture everything they did." Victor shook his head in disgust. "There's no need for that...you need to think about your future." Sam sat back in his bed. "What...being exiled...being snuck out of town....will it happen in the middle of the night? Will I get to say good bye to my friends...to Sharon?" "We called Aunt Olivia and she's flying out here to pick you up," said Mary. "So when do I leave?" "As soon as the doctor says you are well enough to travel," said Victor. "And how will you explain all this?" asked Sam. "I mean, it seems rather unbelievable that I would get hurt...in accident that no one saw....and as a reward I am granted early graduation and immediately leave town? It's like the plot from a bad story." "No one asked your opinion...this plan has already been implemented...it may not be perfect...but it's the plan we're using," said Victor. Sam looked at his Mom, who dropped her head in silence. Sam then wiped away the tears that were rolling down his face. "So that's it. I get... raped then kicked out of town...and the bastards who did it to me will be treated like heroes....it's not fair...I didn't do anything wrong." "Oh quit crying and grow up," grumbled Victor. Sam heard him and sat up in his bed. "Get the fuck out of here...you're not my father and you never will be...you're just the man who my Mom married!" Rage appeared in Victor's face and Mary had to step between him and Sam. "What are you going to do...beat me up?" asked Sam. "Go ahead...you can say that the bleachers fell on me again!" "If you hadn't dressed up like a girl none of this would have happened!" shouted Sam. The door to Sam's room opened and in walked Mr. Jackson. Victor glared at the teacher and stormed out of the room. "I better go check on him...I'll be back later....I'm so sorry dear," said Mary. She left before Sam could reply. Sam stared back in disbelief. "Do you want me to come back later?" asked Mr. Jackson. Sam shook his head. "No...so do you know about the deal?" Mr. Jackson nodded as he sat down. "And what do you think?" asked Sam. "Please be honest." "It's awful...but I'm not surprised," said Mr. Jackson. "They offered me tenure and a department head position if I played along." "Congratulations...it seems a lot of people will benefit from my ...misfortune," said Sam. "Sam, I have no intention of taking it...in fact, I'll be dropping off my letter of resignation Monday," replied Mr. Jackson. "Really?" asked Sam. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going back to the university and finish up my graduate degree," replied Mr. Jackson. "There's no way I could continue to teach here." "Wow...I'm sorry that I...accused you of..." Mr. Jackson smiled at Sam. "It's understandable...I would have done the same thing." "Will you get in trouble?" asked Sam. "No, what can they do to me? Besides, I've been thinking of doing this for a while...I've even talked about it with the other faculty so it won't be that big of a surprise." "So you know that I'm being run out of town," said Sam. He nodded. "Look Sam, you have every right to be angry...but don't let it ruin you...take this as an opportunity to show these...small-minded people that you're better than they are. You're the brightest student I've had the privilege of teaching here...don't throw it all away." Sam was too choked up to reply. "Look, I won't kid you...they ordered me to talk you into accepting this deal...as bad as it is....go out to San Diego and excel." "I will," replied Sam. "Thank you." Mr. Jackson nodded. "Also...take some time to heal...both physically and mentally. You've undergone a horrific experience...don't downplay it. I suspect that your aunt will be able to locate a good therapist out there." Sam nodded. "I was the one who found you....I will never forget it...don't think that you should do this alone," continued Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson had seen Dave and the others running out of the locker room. When he went inside to investigate he found Sam lying on the floor, half undressed and his arms taped behind his back. At first he thought that Sam had just been beaten up...but then it became clear that Dave and the others had done much more to Sam. "I will," said Sam. "Thank you." Mr. Jackson smiled back. "You're welcome." "Oh, can you do me a favor?" asked Sam. "Sure, what is it?" "When you get a chance, tell Sharon what happened....the truth...and tell her that I'm sorry that I didn't get a chance to tell her this in person," said Sam. Mr. Jackson nodded. "I'll get in touch with her when I get out to San Diego." Okay," said Mr. Jackson. He then handed Sam a business card. "This has my email address on it. If you need anything just let me know...even if it's just to talk." Sam nodded. "Thank you." Chapter 15 Olivia Gibson drove into town in her rental car. She was stunned by what Mary had told her...and even more stunned with the deal. She couldn't believe that her nephew had been sexually assaulted and that there would be no charges filed against the Neanderthals that did it. Mary had explained that the case was considered closed and that no evidence had been collected. Olivia knew what this meant; even if Sam wanted to press charges it would be his word against everyone else. She had never understood why her younger brother had settled in this backwards place in the first place. He had met Mary when he was in the service and had fallen deeply in love. She didn't have a problem with that...Mary was nice...not the brightest person in the world...but nice. She also loved her nephew, Sam...he reminded her so much of her brother. Still, why had he moved to this dung heap of a town? She wasn't totally surprised that the town's leadership was interested in covering up the crime...still she was nauseated by it all. Olivia was a pleasant looking woman with short brunette hair. She was in her early forties and she owned an art gallery in San Diego. Before she left California, she had called her lawyer about gaining legal custody of Sam as she didn't trust Victor. Actually, she loathed Victor. She couldn't understand why Mary had married him. Olivia had refused Mary's offer to stay at their home and she had booked a room in the local motel. It wasn't much, but at least it was clean and it had A/C. After she checked in and unpacked, she called Mary and let her know she was in town. "Did you have a good trip?" asked Mary. "It was fine," replied Olivia. "How's Sam?" "The doctor's say he can be released tomorrow," replied Mary. "When will you be flying back?" "I'm not," replied Olivia. "I figure that Sam will need a more relaxing trip and I'm going to drive back to San Diego." "Really?" asked Mary. "Sure," replied Olivia. "It will be as cheap as flying...of course the bill will be picked up by your town." "Yes," replied Mary softly. "I know you must think that we're awful for doing this..." "Yes, I do," interrupted Olivia. "I will look after Sam to the best of my ability." "I know you will..." "Mary, I'm tired and want to get some sleep. I'll call you in the morning," said Olivia. Chapter 16 Olivia drove straight to the hospital and she met Mary and Victor there. "Thank you again for being so generous," said Mary. Victor rolled his eyes. "She'll be compensated." "I would do this even if I wasn't," snapped Olivia. Victor made a face at Mary as if to say Sam's behavior obviously runs in the family. Olivia saw the look but decided not to agitate Victor further. When they walked in the hospital room, Sam was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He greeted his Mom and Olivia, but he ignored Victor, who didn't seem all that upset by Sam's reaction. "Are you cleared to leave?" asked Olivia. Sam nodded. "They gave me some prescriptions and there are some instructions for you." He handed her the papers. "There's also a phone number you'll need to call in a week," said Sam. "It's for the tests they ran on me for STDs and HIV." "Was that necessary?" asked Victor with disgust. "The doctor said that it's standard procedure in bleacher accidents," said Sam. Olivia couldn't help but snicker. Victor glared at Sam and then walked out of the room. "So when are we leaving?" asked Sam. "Do we go now...or do we wait for the cover of night?" "That's up to you," said Olivia with a smile. "Victor says that they want Sam out as soon as possible," said Mary, missing the joke. Sam sighed. "Well, let's go back to the house and we'll pack." "We're driving back...I rented a SUV so don't worry about keeping it to 2 bags," said Olivia. Sam smiled. "We're driving? Cool. I've always wanted to drive cross country." "Well, let's get this trip on the road," said Olivia sensing that Sam was anxious to get away. Chapter 17 Sam didn't say much the first hour after they left town. Olivia decided to let him be. When they crossed the Stateline from Florida into Mississippi Sam let out a big sigh. "You okay?" she asked. "I guess so...I didn't think that this would really happen...but now I can see that I've truly been banished," he said. "It's their loss," she replied. Sam looked over at her and smiled. "Thanks." "You're welcome," she replied. "I don't know what they would have done with me if you hadn't agreed to take me," he said. "I can't believe that they did this to you," she said. "Victor said that it was all my fault," he said. "Victor's an idiot," she replied. Sam smiled at her. "You know that I was dressed as a girl, right?" Olivia nodded. "It was a Halloween party right?" Sam nodded. "I went with a friend...we went as Bonnie and Clyde." "Was she your girl friend?" "Not really...we dated...but it was complicated," said Sam. "Complicated?" she asked. Sam nodded. "Um...how open-minded are you?" "You can trust me, Sam," she replied. Sam looked out the window. "Sharon's my best friend...we've shared some secrets...we dated so no one would suspect anything...um, can we talk about this later?" "Sure," she replied. She could sense that Sam wanted to talk about it, but he wasn't quite ready. Chapter 18 They stopped in Baton Rouge for the night. After dinner they went back to their hotel. "That was a great dinner," said Sam. "I've always liked Cajun food." "It was good, wasn't it," she replied. "Um, thanks for letting me stay in the same room with you...I don't like being alone right now." "That's understandable...considering what you've gone through. By the way, how do you feel?" she asked. "Okay, I guess...my butt is still sore...the doctors say that I may experience some bleeding for a while," he replied as he sat down on his bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked as she sat down next to him. Sam nodded. "There were five of them...they all...um used me orally. I thought that it was over when Dave...he's the one who is their leader then suggested that they...well...use me in the rear." Olivia put her arm around Sam. "Only two of them used me....Dave and his best friend Rod. They said that fucking a faggot didn't make them gay." "You're not a faggot and what they did to you doesn't make them gay...just rapists," said Olivia. Sam wiped away a tear. "Maybe I am..." "Honey, you were a victim in this...rape is a criminal act...it's not sexual...it's about violence and control. I doubt you were the first victim that what's his name, Dave, has violated." Sam nodded. "Still, if I hadn't been so bullheaded about dressing as a girl..." "Sam, it's Halloween...you were wearing a costume," she said. Sam let out a sigh. "There's more to it...I can't keep this secret any more...the reason Sharon and I dated was that she's a lesbian...and I'm transgendered." Olivia smiled softly back at him. "It's okay, dear...it doesn't matter if you are transgendered... those scumbags had no right to hurt you," she said as she hugged him. "Thank you for trusting me with your secrets." Sam began to sob as she held him tightly against her. Chapter 19 "Do you feel better?" she asked. Sam was washing his face. "Yes, thanks," he replied. "So besides, Sharon, have you told anyone else about this?" Sam dried off his face. "No...you're the only other person that I've told," he said. "I appreciate that you trust me, Sam...so tell me about it," she said. Sam walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed next to Olivia. "I've always known that I was different and I've also known that I needed to keep it secret," he said. "Sharon and I had a special friendship and, well, we shared our secrets." "And you didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her," said Olivia. Sam nodded. "Why don't you call her?" "Now?" asked Sam. Olivia nodded. "Thanks," he replied as he picked up the phone. "Do you want me to go take a walk?" she asked. Sam shook his head. "It's okay." Chapter 20 "My god Sam, where are you?" asked Sharon. "I've been so worried about you." He told her what had happened. "That's horrible!" she exclaimed. "I know," he replied. "Do me a favor and don't tell anyone the truth...it will be better that way." "It's not right...they should have locked up Dave and this gang." "It's not going to happen," said Sam. He then told her about Olivia and that she knew about his secret. "That's wonderful that she's so understanding," said Sharon. "I haven't brought it up....but I don't think she'll mind if you come out to California to see me." Olivia looked at Sam, nodded, and gave him the thumb's up sign. "Okay, make that she's totally cool about it," said Sam. "I'd like that," said Sharon. "Look, I want to stay in touch with you," said Sam. "I'd like that too. I'll keep you informed about what's going on here." "Cool. Well, I better cut this short...I'll stay in touch....I promise." "You better!" stated Sharon. "I'm so sorry about what happened." "This isn't over," he said. "Good bye, Sharon." Olivia looked at Sam after he hung up the phone. "What did you mean by that?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. "Just what I said...I can't let this go....I don't know how, but I will get my revenge. Don't worry, I won't do anything illegal or anything like that...and I don't plan on living in the past...but I can let them get away with this...it's not right." "Okay, but I want you to talk to me before you do anything," she said. "I will...I really don't have any plans right now...I'm just tired and hurt." "Well, that's to be understood....Sam, I've had several friends who have been sexually assaulted...and it takes a long time to overcome." Sam nodded. "Additionally, I want you to see a therapist when we get out to San Diego." "Thank you for caring about me," said Sam as his voice began to crack. Olivia put her arms around him and gave him a hug as he began to cry. "Let it out, Sam," she said softly. "I....I did nothing wrong....they....they kicked me out of town....it's not fair," he stammered as he sobbed. Olivia gently stroked his head as she held him. A week ago she hadn't expected to suddenly have a seventeen-year-old to take care of; but now she knew that this was something she had to do. She also realized that this was just the sort of thing that was missing from her life. Sam was a great kid and he needed guidance and love...and she was just the person to give it to him. Chapter 21 "So when will we get to San Diego?" asked Sam as they ate breakfast. "Well, I sort of figured that we could take our time. My staff can run the gallery until we get back," she said. "How big is your gallery?" asked Sam as he picked up his glass of orange juice. "I have five fulltime employees and several part-time ones depending on what I'm showing," she replied. "Wow, that's great," replied Sam. "I'm also part-owner in several restaurants in the area," she continued. "I had no idea you were so successful," said Sam. "It's been a struggle, but it's paying off now," she replied. "You know, I think I know the first step you should take in your revenge." Sam cocked his head. "Let me guess...succeed in school?" Olivia smiled back. "Seriously, they can't take your degree away from you once you get it. Now, you have a full scholarship, right?" Sam nodded. "Okay, and there's supposed to be some monetary compensation coming from your old town?" Sam nodded. "Let's put that away so you can jump right into your graduate degree." "Okay, that makes sense," he replied. "We can also put some away for other things...like a new wardrobe." Sam's eyes lit up. "Um, are you talking about what I think you are?" Olivia nodded. "Why not? I have a big home and very cool neighbors. You can dress in my home and then we can take the next steps...if you want. It will be up to you." "You really don't mind?" Olivia shook her head as she sipped her coffee. "Honey, I have a lot of LGBT friends...who am I to tell you not to try and be the person you were meant to be." "But won't my Mom and...well won't she object?" asked Sam. "I'm working on becoming your legal guardian. My lawyer is working on the paperwork as we speak. I'll send it to your Mom as soon as we get out to San Diego." "What if they do object?" "I think I can persuade them," she said with a smile. "Wow," said Sam as he leaned back in his chair. "Part of me is angry that they are casting me off...but it could also mean that I get to be...well, me." "Also, just so you know, the university has an excellent reputation when it comes to assisting LGBT students. So, if you decide that you want to transition, you will have support." Sam nodded. "Well, let's get going," she said as motioned for the waitress. As they drove across Texas, Olivia questioned Sam about his life. "So, what sort of music do you like?" she asked. "Mainly rock, but I like all kinds," he replied. "Do you like classical?" He nodded. "Have you ever seen a real orchestra play?" she asked. Sam laughed. "In my old town?" "Okay, but you had several large cities close by," she said. "Victor's not into culture and Mom...well she does whatever he says," replied Sam. "Okay, so I take it you've never seen a play," she said. "Just the ones done at my old high school," he replied. Olivia nodded. "Why do you want to know?" he asked. "San Diego has a pretty vibrant arts community and LA isn't that far away. I figure that in addition to your college education...and your gender education, I can expose you to the arts too," she said. Sam smiled. "I'd like that." "Good," she replied. "So what about my gender education?" he asked. "You will have much to learn and I will help you...there's clothes, makeup, demeanor...all sorts of things that you'll need to learn. I don't think you'll have trouble passing as you have a very neutral physique," she commented. "Passing?" he asked. "Meaning when you go out no one will know your actual gender. If you decide that you want to live fulltime it will be one less thing for you to worry about." "What about hormones?" he asked. "Well, you'll need to get them through a doctor. I know that you'll first need to get the approval of a therapist and then you can see a specialist who will prescribe them for you...they're really powerful drugs and the last thing you want to do is mess around without a doctor's supervision. Like I told you, I know people in the community and I pick up on info. When we get out to San Diego, we can do more research online." Sam nodded. "Do you have a feminine name?" Sam scratched his head. "No...I though about Samantha...but that's a little obvious." "I don't know...it's a nice name...and it would make your transition easier...I mean if someone called you Sam it wouldn't be that big a deal would it?" Sam nodded his head. "I hadn't thought of that." "It would also be very appropriate," she continued. "Why's that?" "You mean your dad never told you why you were named Sam and not Samuel?" He shook his head. Olivia laughed. "Did your dad ever tell you about our Aunt Samantha?" "No...who was she?" "When your dad and I were kids she stayed with us...our father was deployed with the navy and mom was sick. She really wasn't our aunt, just a good friend of the family." "Was that when grandma had cancer?" asked Sam. Olivia nodded. "She was in the hospital for three months...thankfully she had a full recovery...but it was touch and go then. Samantha stayed with us while Mom was recovering and well... she was a trip and she kept our minds off the fact that Mom was so sick. Your dad told me that he wanted to name one of his kids after her." "I wonder why he never told me," said Sam. "I suspect he would have...," she said her voice tailing off. "Um, do you still miss him?" asked Sam. Olivia nodded. "Of course...he was my big brother and my best friend when we were growing up. We moved a lot as kids...as you know." "Is that how you ended up in San Diego?" Olivia nodded again. "Of all the places we lived, it was my favorite ...it has the ocean...perfect weather...and great people." "What happened to Samantha?" asked Sam. "She lives in Julian....which is up in the mountains...less than an hour from San Diego. She owns a bakery up there...they make a killer apple pie." "I'd like to meet her some time," said Sam. "I know she'd like that," said Olivia. "Um, since my family back...there....doesn't care about me...how do you think your side of the family will react?" "Your grandmother won't be a problem...she adores you and your gender won't be an issue to her. The rest of the family will be fine...we have our share of people who walk to the beat of a different drummer. In fact, your father was probably the most normal one in the bunch." "Does that include you?" asked Sam. "Especially me!" she replied with a laugh. Sam smiled back. "Well?" "You mean you don't know?" she asked. Sam looked confused. "I thought that's why they called me. Sam, I've been out of the closet since I was in college...I'm a lesbian. Both your parents knew it." "Really?" he asked. She nodded. "I thought you knew." "No, but it makes sense now...I mean why Mom wasn't happy that I was going to college in San Diego...I doubt she told Victor...he would have freaked." "I guess I shouldn't been too surprised... don't get me wrong, I like your Mom...but she's not exactly open-minded." "I know what you mean...," he said, his voice fading off. "Give her time...she might come about," said Olivia. Sam shook his head. "No, she went along with my 'exile' without complaint. I can't imagine a parent acting that way. I don't count Victor...he's nothing to me...but I can't believe she dumped me like this. I mean, how would she have reacted if she knew I was transgendered?" "I don't know," she replied honestly. Sam nodded. "Yeah, I have the same sort of feeling. Olivia, how do you think my dad would react?" "I think he'd be cool with it. Your father loved you...I also know that he wouldn't have allowed the town to act as it did. He would have fought them." "Thanks," replied Sam. "That makes me feel better." Chapter 22 They drove to San Antonio and decided to spend a day there. After an early dinner, Olivia left Sam alone so he could call Sharon. "We went to the Alamo today and then dinner along the Riverwalk," he told her. "That's nice. So, how're you doing?" asked Sharon. "My emotions are...loose. I keep replaying what happened in my head," he said. He then told her of Olivia's plans to have him see a therapist. "Good idea," she replied. "So how're things there?" asked Sam. There was a long pause. "Sharon...you there?" he asked. "Yeah...do you really want to know?" "Sure," he replied. "Dave and his friends have been strutting around school like they own the place...even more than usual. Steve told me that he's been ev