" Please can I see Aaron? Maybe after I could-" Why do you think Aaron is a faggot?" Anya blinked hard; she knew where this was going. "I... I never ...aid-" All the men heard you Anya. Lie to me again and we'll see how bad thatitching gets." Anya looked down at her hands and forced them to hersides, fists clenched. "Who's the faggot Anya? Aaron for wanting awife, or you, for wanting Aaron?" Mother watched the girl's mouth openand close several times and her eyes begin to wonder about the. The ride to her house was quiet, though she smiled and twirled a lock ofher hair. I was sorely tempted to give her the "You're a nice girl,but..." talk; the one that guys usually receive from uninterested women.I just couldn't bring myself to do it. At her house, I walked Pam to herdoor and told her I'd had a great time. She bit her lip and rocked onher heels for a second. Like a dope, I gave her a quick kiss on thecheek and a squeeze on her forearm. She giggled, then went inside.What had I. Something to boost up your score.”I didn’t know I had a score, and looked in the mirror. Brown hair, with a lick that swept sideways across my forehead, but cut fairly short to get rid of the damned curls that had plagued me all my life; blue eyes – ordinary; a nose – definitely ordinary; mouth – same. My chin was fairly square with a slight cleft that Sarah liked to lick. There was a thin scar that extended in a curve from the left side of my mouth, and another on my forehead above and between. No spy missions, no exotic women, no shootouts or martinis. Just lots of air travel and no time to see the locations. But he made a living and he was happy and so was mom, for the most part. And the airmiles. My god, the airmiles. As I said, Mike was a year ahead of me at college. I was studying languages with a minor in history. Mike was also doing languages and a minor in athletics. We were preparing ourselves. Oh, yes we were. No question. I’ll get into that more a little later. So this.