" Being a..." I faltered."Girl?" she offered, helpfully."A girl isn't the end of the world, is it?" Something I have aspired to most of my life. Most ...f the actual girlsseem to manage okay." You sat with me."A half smile with a quick glance to the carpet. "I thought you mightlike the company."I watched her a moment - acres of a long black skirt were tented overher knees in her cross-legged position, matched with a long sleevedblack top. Were it not for the pinks of her loose hair she looked. ‘I bet that’s the garbage truck!’ I am suddenly excited and know Deedee is too because her eyes open wide. I drop the ball to the ground and we both run to the alley gate. Our little bodies press against each other as we look through a gap between the garage and the post of the wooden gate. It is the garbage truck and we gaze at its huge, matte orange colored shape. Its snub nose cab is as dirty as the rest of it. The white grill is dented, patches of rust note those spots, the bumper is bent,. ”I thought and nodded, and she continued, “Did you like fucking Melissa when you were nailing me?” I nodded and she smiled, “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been nailed like that before. Really nailed. It fits what you did to me.” We laughed.She continued, “But I wonder, did you actually like fucking me? Besides all those women. I mean, it’s incredible that I can get you going like that. It’s like, I don’t know, I can just flip a switch on your back and you become this wild beast. But how. The boy is shown as having the arrow in his one hand and the bow in the other, playfully resting from his labours. Countless legends and anecdotes about the temple and the god circulate in the surroundings, for often the playfulness of Eros can be a source of grief for others.It happens on one summer day, one of the hottest of the whole year when the sun shoots its burning rays directly to the earth, that a shepherd named Daphnis from the nearby village passes by the temple at midday. Daphnis.