High School was much the same except for the competition for our affections. It was an academic High School where each student had to pass an entrance...examination, so the level of intelligence and scholastic ability was above average. With more students with similar ambitions and interests, came more students interested in each of us on a more than scholastic level. Several boys tried to attract Connie’s attention, but these were politely rebuffed until they gave up. The same with me, the girls. I wanted to saysomething but my voice was anything but feminine (that is one of theitems I still need to work on).I knew I could pass femininely. I looked at the young lady and justraised my eyebrows as is to say, "Can I help you."The reply from the brunette was "Hi, My name is Susan and the agency sentme to meet with Jim (my male name). He made an appointment." I started tolaugh and said (in my male voice), "I am Jim but I go by Vicky whendressed."Susan smiled and I saw her eyes go up and down. That might be more fun, she decided, for Susi wasn't a girl to do things in any ordered way. The more she confused her lovers and drove them out of their minds, the happier she seemed to be.Don't let them count on anything! That was one of her little mottoes, and stuck to it pretty well, never becoming terribly emotionally involved with anyone while at the same time stringing as many people along as she could."Here you are, Professor Randolph," she said, moving as slowly as she could back to. But when I thought about it, I realized that we usually only did it when Mom was gone because Dad goes off and messes with the computer when Mom's home. He always seems more at ease when Mom's out of town. I wonder if he actually looked forward to these times – a chance to be himself without her nagging at him.All too soon the 10 o'clock news was over and I moved from my warm and comfy spot against Daddy's side as he stretched... "Tomorrow's a school day, Rae-rae," he yawned. "You'd better get.