I've been like this my whole life and I'msick of it. I'm tired of being a shrimp. I'm tired of being a nobody thatno one even notices. I want people t... look at me and just stop still inadmiration."I hated my body. I was always the skinny guy. The one that was eightypounds soaking wet and had muscles like rotten string. I triedeverything. Exercising until my hands literally couldn't grip the bars ofthe workout equipment, protein shakes almost everything that people havedreamed up to re-sculpt. I’d been going to her since before I was six years old. Now, at fourteen, I gotta admit, I was pretty good at playing the piano and organ, both, although I hated them. I just went because of her. If I had some crusty old white-haired broad for a teacher, I would have thrown a fit and refused, flat-out refused to go. But I loved Miss Bailey. She was truly fine. She was small, and kinda old-fashioned ... but I loved her. She has long dark hair, which she usually keeps in a braid. She wears. One sultry looking blonde had her leg up on a chair so that her bush was visible to the contestants. I had never seen a woman's bush before. (Yeah, yeah, I'd played doctor and even humped a few girls in elementary school, but they didn't have anything more than a light-fuzz.) Then I noticed Tony, a checker, over in the corner, dry humping one of the female checkers from behind, his hands were busy roaming over her belly and breasts. To this day I can't recall her name, but it was enough to. I won the coin toss.”“Friends?” I only hung out with Sandra and Amy at lunch on Fridays. Of course we were in a couple of the same classes and groups of us would get together to study or be in the studio at the same time working on our projects, but we didn’t interact all that much. I rolled over on my side and looked at Sandra sitting on my desk chair.She was cute. There was no real sexual attraction between us other than the obvious male/female teenager kind of thing. If we were the last two.