And, when you *do* tell someone, like your best friend, she giggles and calls you a ‘slut’ and ‘dirty whore’, but in a giggly friendly teasing way. You know, and she bumbs into you, you’re like their ‘type’ and they think you’re ‘hot’.

And, she lays back on your bed, day dreaming what it would have been like to be you.

So, you tell your favorite female teacher (who just happens to be the sister of one of the boys’ coaches), and she looks at you and says that it’s untrue, and questions ‘why are you trying to ruin the star player for the high school team?’.

So, you try one more time, and write to Hillary Clinton (who just happens to be best friends with the boys’ moms), and again, you hear the words ‘slut’ and ‘dirty whore’ and this time ‘you’re just like those women who went after my husband when he was in office’! ‘He did nothing, I tell you, and these boys haven’t done anything either!’

And, you sit quietly, turning inward, and wondering if there is any hope in human kind.