The first thing my mind jumped to was Mrs. Marvel emphatically saying that Cindy couldn’t date me. Was that what was suddenly okay?“Okay?” I sai... hesitantly. I hadn’t hidden the fact that I had seven girlfriends. I was sure Cindy knew that.“Okay to do your Sunday morning concert with you if Ms. Devine will let us do it here,” she said.“Oh! Really? Do you want to do that?”“She’d be here, too, of course. It’s not like we’d be alone or anything. Not like your other ... um...”“Of course,” I hurried. But, they were smart and went to college and started jobs before having me. My dad is a finance accountant, and mum is a middle school teacher, she even teaches night school in the summer. Their lives are their work, and even though they were good to me, the job was much more important. She’s reminding me that the fourth of July is coming up, and is wondering if I’m still coming to see them. I can’t help but giggle, she knows I always do. We always made a big to do about the fourth. Mum, . He said he needed some pubes for analysis of DNA. He told some shaving cream and put it in my hand and told me to rub it. He took a disposable razor out of the box and handed it to me. As I started to shave my pubes, he said we needed to fill this bag. He went into another bag and pulled out an electric shaver, and he plugged it in. He ran that over my public hair area, collecting all the hair into this little bag. As he finished cleaning up the rest of the hair off me, he had me put some oil. “Um, do we know each other?” he asked doubtfully. A blush rose to her cheeks and she stuttered to reply. “Oh... um no... no.” She turned back towards the counter, hoping he would ignore her embarrassing response. Just then his hand shot out in front of her. She slowly turned to face him again and his grin had widened. He looked at her with a knowing glint in his eye. “Sam,” he said, his low voice causing those butterflies to fly again. She reached out and took his hand shaking it silently..