http://www.texasmonthly.com/story/other-side-story?fullpage=1
"Now, I recognize the sensation as anxiety and shrewdness and intuition—a lesson learned from the man who crept into my bedroom while my mother and father were out; who I wrapped in my bed sheets while he wrapped me around his finger; who held my head against his chest, stroked my hair, and made my stomach flutter. I once believed that that flutter came from the flapping of butterflies’ wings, but I have since learned that it came from a grown man fanning the flames of a young girl’s vulnerability. Trace Lehrer taught me that those flames consumed naiveté and then released passion, but I have since learned that they engulfed trust and then incinerated innocence. They left scar tissue on my memory and cinders of my late childhood. But Trace Lehrer taught me that I could gather those remains just as I once gathered lies in a jar, and I have learned to spread the ashes along wherever I go, so that I won’t have to rummage through debris. He taught me to follow him down a dark dirt road, but I have since learned to follow my gut."
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