She tried to French kiss me, but I shifted her around so she could put her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t see if she had a smile on her face or not... I know she had to bury her face in my shoulder when she got off with just a few light strums of her curly-stringed instrument.Her dad was still speechless, but two women had gotten girls from a restaurant and a bar to start bringing out some water. Not long after, tapas began to go on plates in the middle of the tables. He kept watching the girl. In the end he was not swayed by my argument to help him suggesting instead that if I really wanted to help someone that I should head over to the pediatric ward and see if I could do any good there since those kids had their whole lives in front of them. We stayed that way for a while until the rest of the family arrived. Then it was the questions from them asking how he was feeling and how well I did at my camp. The family was still there when the doctor arrived for his afternoon rounds and by. I couldn't concentrate, as I kept hearingthem whispering about me. Then, between classes, I had one girl grab medown there, and say, "I'm a friend of Linda's, bitch. You probablydon't even remember flipping my skirt. Well, I see you still have itdown there. I'll have to tell everyone that they need to see, so thatthey'll flip it too. She walked away laughing.I suffered through a few more classes, and ate lunch alone, and thenwent home. On the way, I ran into the group I had most been. Wha'chou want, Tank?" Can I dance with her too?" asked the huge man with the voice of a ten year old girl.BD looked at Janice. "Tank and me share everything. He won't hurt you. You want to dance with him?"Janice grinned. This wasn't scary at all, and she was having a lot of fun. "Sure," she said.Tank, as it turned out, was not only gentle with his grip on Janice, but light on his feet too."So it's Tank, huh?" she asked, looking up at him."Theodore, actually," he said in that strange high.