This obsession was shared with the boys in my school who tirelessly sought to see and touch them. Visits to the cinema was the chosen line of attack. ...t was there I discovered that not all boys are the same and engaged in what can only be described as mutual exploration.I didn’t have a regular boyfriend although a few thought they were.It started with kissing and I was amazed that something so simple could 1) increase your heartbeat (we checked) 2) make you breathless and 3) make you feel. I promised to keep an eye out. I did, but never let her see me. Today the grandchildren had taken my attention. ‘Freddie was a nice man,’ she remembered, squeezing my hand hard, ‘And you, Danny, were a nice boy.’ ***** I thought back to when we were at school, age 15, I was sitting next to Connie as always. She had lived next door to me since we were born within months of one another. We learned to walk and talk together, I taught her bicycle riding, the precocious minx taught me kissing when. 'What was that?' he thought. Could the old lady be having a nightmare? He got out of bed and pulled on his work pants, fumbling in the dark. He heard it again. It was a blood- curdling scream! No doubt about it this time. Instead of opening the door to check up on old Mrs. Blanche, his instincts led him straight to the window. He pulled back the old lace curtain and peered out through the rain battered window. Raindrops were still pelting down against the glass and the sky was still raging. He. The images and emotions of the departed that had ripped through his psyche now replayed despite the chill that crawled up his spine.Richie wanted to tell Jason about it just to hear him claim it was not real. Or Richie might find comfort in some scientific-sounding explanation, perhaps that he had conjured it in his head because he expected something bad to happen at the cemetery.Except that he had not expected anything to happen.Everything else that he had seen with his power was true, even.