At the end of the last chapter, I was at Baseball and Boardwalk, and the group of terrible people I was with were about to engage in a fingering contest. Like I said, that is EXACTLY as awful as it sounds. In case you haven’t read the last chapter, I recommend you do so now, or this may be a bit out of context. Regardless, it will be a mindf*ck of a story, but you really should hear it in order. Needless to say, my torment was only going to be furthered if I was the one in the group who DIDN’T finger someone, but in the same breath, I was just an innocent kid back then, and there was NO WAY I was going to be able to (or wanted to) actually finger someone, so I was at a crux. Standing in a land that was all but foreign to me, in every way. The funny thing is, I kicked in to survival mode at that point. These assholes brought this to the surface in me. A diabolical, almost genius method of problem solving I have never experienced before. Man, fight or flight response can be pretty fucking amazing when you are forced into them. And a quick disclaimer: This does not turn into a love story that circles around fingering. This, my friends, is a cunning story of survival. And the nicest teenage girl you will ever read about in your life.