‘So do we go somewhere and you jump my bones now?’ ‘No, I don’t want to do that.’ ‘You don’t?’ They were walking out of the restaurant... He stopped and she stopped and he just looked at her, all the way up and all the way down. ‘No, I don’t.’ ‘I guess you are just some kind of queer who knows all the right moves. I’ve heard of those.’ ‘I don’t fuck men. And I didn’t say I didn’t want you. I just said I didn’t want to go somewhere and jump your bones.’ ‘So what’s next?’ ‘Well, I’d like you to. “Amazing.” The taste is already becoming pleasant again.She offers him a glass of water.“No, it’s good.”“Do you want to smoke another joint with me?”They sit in bed and smoke it silently. It's nice, full of understanding.“Who were they?” he asks.“Men.”“From work?”“Shhh. Just men.”Right then, he did cry. He pulled her up and kissed her. And he cried. He never noticed the camcorder on the drawer. She had held the camcorder the whole time, had recorded it all on film. She thought about telling him. They probably thought i was some kind of high class hooker because i looked like a pornstar out of an anal lesbian scene. We held hands and skipped down the road to our daddies house. They lived at the end of a deadend road on the edge of a residential area of town and their driveway was long so their house could not been seen from the road. I was glad to have Heather with me otherwise i would have felt intimidated. We walked down the driveway and came to a nice house with total privacy from. "Sometimes I do." I confessed. "Wouldn't it be great just to see things from another perspective?" It sure would." She picked up her bag and flicked back her shoulder-length dark hair. "Maybe one day we will."We? I thought, but before I could talk anymore my next class arrived.Valentine's DayI thought no more about what Misty and I had discussed the day before until I found a card sitting on my desk at the end of the day.Inside was written: Were you serious about being someone else? If you are.