" He frowned. "Can I see your CAP card?"I was reluctant, but I knew better. I collected my purse from the stand by the door, dug it out and brought it...to him. He made no comment about my general score -- which is pretty embarrassing -- but said, "Well, if someone is looking hard and wants to take on a project, you have something to work with; I see your mother's sexuality is lurking under all that repression, and you have good nurturing scores." I was surprised; that was probably the nicest. "You're not supposed to get drunk until tonight," she whispered, grinning at me.Everybody was grinning, and all I wanted to do was sit down and cry.We were all supposed to sit down at the same time, when the music stopped. It was about then that I realized I hadn't looked to see who was sitting by Gloria. What if the guy had brought her... or she had brought the guy? I turned around to look, just as every other Senior in school sat down. Jennifer tugged at my sleeve again."Get a grip, Bobby,". I was dressed for the visit in an outfit I knew he liked; a sort of understated sexy professional look including a white button down blouse, silver chains, dark gray skirt, whitelacedemi-cup bra, white sheer panties, white thigh highs, and black 4 inch heels. In fact, I had taken a risqué picture of myself in the same outfit a few months earlier and had given it to him as a gift. As I entered the building, I realized my timing was perfect as the receptionist waved to me on her way out the door. .. be honest with people, and tell them how you feel? I know opening up like that can be difficult, but it might earn you some sympathy.”“That’s just what I need, people being nice to me because I’m over here pouting like a child,” she said bitterly.I decided to take a gamble, so I reached out and took her chin in my hand and made her look into my eyes. She glared at me defiantly, but didn’t stop me.“I like you because you’re intelligent, competent, and brave. Walking into a fight with nothing.