"Swim, bitch!" Dev calls out. "I want to see your pantied ass!"I cough up some water and try to calm myself. I butterfly my arms to movefrom one side ...f the pool to the other while keeping my body below thesurface. I'm not on display."On your back" Dev hollers "and use your legs."I roll over and show the world my bikini clearly. Dev is delighted. Hewhoops from the pools edge.I swim back and forth the length of the pool enduring their cat calls.Jenny's class is over. I've been at this for two. Back then I had it cut like most boys my age. I was, and still am, completely crazy, just this side of needing the funny farm.The day started off normal enough, me waking up to hear my mother yelling for a soda refill. I had always despised that cause she'd yell my name at the most inopportune times. Either way, about noon that day I got a call from my girlfriend, whom I had been going out with for two years. Hearing her voice over the phone was a welcomed relief from the day. She told me about. We pulled into the valet parking row just as the sun was going down and the automatic path lights were turning on. The restaurant was like the other French one he took me to, too fancy for me to feel comfortable no mater how I dressed or how much money I had. Dean walked up to the maitre d’ and said something in French and the man replied, “Oui, monsieur,” and he hurriedly escorted us to a table by the window. “I didn’t know Dean spoke French!” Kittie remarked, “Neither did I!” Our waiter. The money was very fair, and very welcome. At the time, I was working in a store as assistant manager – while hating every moment of it; and the idea of making a little money on the side was more than attractive. I gave it my best shot.Surprisingly, the magazines were very happy with my work. Soon, more and more commissions came in, some of the clients offering to work directly with me in order to cut out the agency fees. However, I couldn’t help but feel loyalty to the woman who had given me.