When they hadfinished their handiwork, he could hardly believe his eyes. As he peeredinto a mirror, a pretty girl looked back. 'Frankie,' his sister c...lledhim, because no one that pretty should be called Frank.And now as he opened the drawers of his sister's dresser he yearned to beFrankie once again. He knew exactly what he wanted in that drawer andwhere to find the white panties with the lace at the waistband and legopenings. He had opened that same drawer countless times before when hewas. I was as oblivious to their existence as they were to mine. It is strange but you can be totally surrounded by happy, smiling people and yet still be alone.Then, I saw her; a young girl, early twenties sitting alone at a small, high table in the corner by the window, one of those tables where you sit on a barstool with your feet on a bar. She was reading a book with her head down. She was exceptionally pretty, very short, red/brown hair which made her look like an elf. Under her short denim. So Allen’s goal had to become strong to get himself a girlfriend. Or girlfriends. But Allen was not patient or willing enough to start a workout schedule. He wanted the quick fix, hence his purchase in the bag. He had gone to the mall and bought steroids. As if that wasn’t enough, he had found a formula that when combined with the steroids would have almost instant results. He was ready to play mad scientist. Allen’s chemistry set was in the back of his room, bubbling and awaiting its final. Her gold jewellery glittered in the dim light creeping through the overcast sky. I twisted in my seat so I could follow her progress as she approached the coffee shop. I had deliberately taken a booth in the back corner of the busy enterprise and had taken the bench seat facing the wall. I turned the other way as she entered the coffee shop. She took off her coat, shook it and hung it on the coat rack adjacent to the entrance. Her voluptuous figure was now fully displayed; she wore a.