He'sjust a friend."The first thing that popped into his head was the phrase, 'a Friend withbenefits'.George didn't look convinced, so she went on, "Gr...nted he's a very goodfriend." I bet he is." Damn you George, you don't understand. Just before I came down to breakyou out, he became engaged. His fianc?e's name is Nancy, that is why hespends so much time at the shop. Once they were engaged, I would neverpoach a man away from Nancy."George lost it, fearing he had irrevocably damaged their. I couldn?t make himlisten. I felt a tear form in my eye."Aww, that?s my sissy," Dad said. "You just go ahead and cry. All ofyou girls cry at the drop of a hat. I?ll leave the magazines here foryou to flip through. I?m glad we had this talk, Mary."I sat there, stunned, as my father left the room. For several minutes Icould not move.Then I picked up one of the magazines, and I began to look. Give it atry?* * *At school. the next day, I showed up for soccer practice. The coachjust looked at me. .My self:-I am true…I never had girlfriend.Sheetal:-don’t your friends have any.My self:-They have it, and also they watch such things with their girlfriends.Sheetal:-poor guy. U should make a girl friend.My self:-yes I want one.Sheetal:-You should, and then you can control your feelings, prostitute don’t help to control such feelings.My self:-Prostitute?Sheetal:-Yes they only takes money and you guys really don’t get much from them.MY self:-I never went to prostitute….Sheetal surprisingly. For the rest of the night, we sat around talking and drinking. Dale and Ed hadn’t had much time to be friends lately since Ed was sinking every waking hour he had into his business. The two of them competed like old college buddies to see who could handle more shots than the other, and by ten o’clock, things were starting to get a bit out of control. I watched from the corner of the rug as the two of them tried wrestling each other to the ground. Ed kept pinning Dale over and over. I was.