he is silent , and he has stopped massaging my back . one of the sentences stuck in his mind . back in middle school , we dyed moos hair black to match mine and padded her clothes with couch cushion stuffing from an old flea-infested sofa that we found on the side of the road . i had persuaded more than one of the men to let me take him in my mouth , but none of them would finish there , no matter how much i begged or how much they wanted to . 